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

in a small town outside Dayton for one week. My sister had asked me to come help her after she had minor surgery on her knee. She had sounded small on the phone, vulnerable in a way that made me remember I was still needed by someone.

When I returned to my house, I stood at my bedroom door and could not breathe.

The room was bright blue. Electric blue.continue reading …