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

streets. The radio was playing something soft, something that did not demand attention. I looked back once as we turned the corner, but I did not see my house. I saw only the life I was leaving behind, and it looked smaller than I remembered.

At my new condo, the rooms smelled like fresh paint and lemon cleaner. But not the cruel kind that covered up continue reading …