Her Family Brought A U Haul To Her Lake House Until The Gate Stayed Closed

through the collar of his shirt. My mother, clutching her phone like it had betrayed her. Melissa, sitting down on the minivan’s running board because her knees seemed to stop taking instructions.

The U-Haul sat behind them like a confession with wheels.

Dale turned one page on the clipboard. “That’s the camera log,” he said, mostly for them but also continue reading …