My Camera Alert Showed My Sister Moving Into My House Without Permission

throw pillows on the bed where I had placed the firm cotton ones my mother liked. My father’s reading lamp was unplugged on the floor, cord coiled at the baseboard, set aside like something whose usefulness had passed. The slate blue duvet, the one my mother once said made her feel like she was in a nice hotel, was folded and stacked on the shelf above,continue reading …