My Mother Texted That I Was Locked Out, but By Morning I Had Made a Few Calls

think about the text. The changed locks. The Haha. The forged signature on a document I never saw. The decade of being told I was the responsible one while everyone else lived on what that word actually cost.

Then I think about Kayla’s hands finding their confidence under that Mustang. I think about my grandfather’s photograph on the wall of a garage continue reading …