Why My Late Father Warned Me In A Dream About What I Was Wearing

Not a party planning list.

A list of everything in that apartment that was actually mine.

It wasn’t long.

Some clothes in the closet—maybe a third of the space.

My toolbox from work, currently in the van.

My laptop.

A box of photos of my grandfather, who’d raised me after my parents died.

A simple steel watch he’d given me when I turned sixteen, the only continue reading …