My mother-in-law blocked the entrance to my new apartment and screamed that her son had bought it for her, ordering me to leave.

on, do you?”

I looked past her. My curtains had been tied back with tassels I had never purchased. A framed prayer hung where my abstract artwork had once been. On the coffee table sat gossip magazines, a half-eaten lemon cookie, and Blake’s old law school mug, despite the fact that he had dropped out after one semester and still talked about it as continue reading …