They Said My House Was No Longer Mine—I Let Them Believe It

remember if he’d taken his pills. Where were you?”

“We were busy—” my mother started.

“You were busy,” I agreed. “Busy with Ava’s college tuition and her apartment deposit and her car payments. Busy making sure she had everything she needed while I learned to figure things out on my own.”

I looked at my sister. “And you. You didn’t even like this place.continue reading …