Three Weeks After Lucas Was Gone, Charles Claimed the House on Maple Street
Behind me, a drawer slid open, and Courtney laid the waiver inside it.
The stairwell door closed, and the building fell away into a hum coming up from the fourth floor.
I sat on the landing with my left hand flat over the baby and counted what I already had in the house.
The trustee filing was six days old.
The appraisal letter had come the day before that.
The waiver had been three-hole punched before I ever walked in.
Two floors down, somebody pushed a mail cart past the door.
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