Stories: You should be nice to them

drained of color.

“You’re home early,” he said too quickly.

“I forgot my—” I stopped.

Voices were coming from the living room. Not casual conversation. Focused. Intent.

I stepped inside.

My father-in-law had a tape measure stretched across the wall. My mother-in-law was flipping through a notebook. The coffee table was covered in printed papers—floor plans.continue reading …