off with a dull sound that felt like peeling wallpaper from a room you no longer lived in.
When he handed me the new keys, they felt clean in my palm. Decisive.
“All secure,” he said.
“Good,” I replied.
Jonah arrived minutes later with his pickup. We loaded the last pieces of my life: my father’s bookshelf, two suitcases, the tote with my documents. No continue reading …
