My Mother-in-Law Took My SUV Keys, and Then My Father Showed Up

I pulled the car door shut.

My father started the engine, shifted into drive, and pulled away from the Elm Street curb into the autumn afternoon.

In the side mirror, I watched Richard turn and walk back up the porch steps while Linda stayed standing behind the dark screen door, her arms still pinned tightly across her chest.

The wooden crib frame was loaded securely in the trunk of Michael’s car.

Three days later, Ethan set a black ballpoint pen on the glass desk in the leasing office of the Maple Street complex.