Chapter 15 - Search for the Shoebox
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Tessa lay on the grass for a long moment, staring up at the cloudy sky.
She wasn't hurt, but her dignity was completely gone.
She slowly pushed herself up, brushing wet grass off her pants. She looked around the empty porch for somewhere to sit down.
The couch was packed in the U-Haul truck.
The porch chairs were gone.
And her beloved recliner was locked inside the architecture of the house.
Having no other options left, my sister slowly sat down right there on the grass.
The floor of the earth.
I looked down at her.
She glared up at me with pure hatred.
I didn't say a single word.
Sometimes, life hands you a moment so perfect that adding words would only ruin the masterpiece.
Ten minutes later, a local tow truck driver arrived with a crowbar, carefully unjammed the recliner, and pushed it back into the living room where it belonged.
My father gathered the last of his personal bags, refused to shake my hand, and climbed into his car.
My mother gave me a brief, cold hug before getting into the passenger seat.
"You're going to regret treating your family this way," Linda whispered as she pulled away.
"I already feel much better, Mom," I said gently.
May you like
Denise took the keys from Melissa, smiled at the pristine house, and walked inside to start her new chapter.
I climbed back into my SUV, drove home to my wife, and slept peacefully for the first time in weeks.
