The Silent Takeover of the Only Home I Ever Truly Owned
Yes to letting him use our savings for his business.
Yes to letting them rearrange my grandmother’s furniture because it was “outdated.”
I walked into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator.
It was mostly empty, save for a half-empty carton of milk and some of Solene’s expensive cheese.
I grabbed the cheese and threw it into the trash can.
I found an old tin of loose black tea in the pantry.
It was the same brand my grandmother used to buy.
I filled the copper kettle with cold tap water and set it on the stove.
I turned the burner on, watching the blue flames lick the bottom of the kettle.
While the water heated, I walked back to the living room.
The wire shelves Solene had put up looked hideous.
I grabbed the metal frame and pulled.
The shelf collapsed with a loud clatter of metal against the wood floor.
I dragged the pieces out to the front porch, throwing them onto the pile with Rylan’s garbage bags.
I did the same with the second shelf.
Then, I went to the hallway closet.