Demolition Before the Bloom

started appearing.

School forms.

Extra mattresses.

Boxes that didn’t belong to me.

And then disappearing just as quickly when I asked.

Until one night, I overheard her on the phone.

“She still has no idea,” she whispered. “We’ll tell her when the time is right.”

Something inside me dropped.

And from that moment on, I started paying attention.

The packed boxes continue reading …