My Son Turned My Bedroom Into A Game Room Until The Sheriff Arrived With The Real Owner

in front of my dresser, sliding the framed photograph of Grace and me from 1989 into bubble wrap like it was something she needed to protect, or perhaps something she needed to hide.

“Lauren, what are you doing?” I asked.

She did not look at me. “Clearing space,” she said. “The kids need room for their gaming setup.”

My grandchildren’s PlayStation sat continue reading …