The Night My Daughter-in-Law Sent Me to Sleep in the Garage

to a company I’d never heard of.

“Serene Holdings LLC.”

I looked it up. No office. No employees. Just a P.O. box in Dallas.

I sat there for a long time, the hum of the computer fan filling the room. The air smelled like cold coffee and dust.

Then I turned off the monitor, closed the door, and went back down to the garage.

Before sleeping, I wrote: “Numbers continue reading …