My Family Tried to Move Into My Mountain House Without Asking

trying to process what my ears had just delivered.

“Your mama told the movers it’s family property,” Mrs. Rowan continued, almost apologetic. “They’re carrying boxes inside.”

I put the car back in drive.

The cabin came into view over the last rise, framed by the sharp silhouettes of the Colorado pines, and the first thing I saw was the truck, white and continue reading …