My parents forced me to cook and clean all weekend for my sister’s party with 50 guests.

I regretted leaving, but because quiet after a lifetime of noise can feel unnatural. My phone kept lighting up on the nightstand until I turned it face down.

At 9:03 the next morning, my mother arrived.

She did not knock like Madison. She rang the bell three times, then knocked anyway.

I opened the door because I wanted to know which version of Patricia continue reading …