Worthless Things Shouldn’t Be Kept in the House

The cold that moved through me was not the cold of a predator closing on a kill.

It was the cold of a door shutting on a room I had spent two years hoping to live in.

Chapter 3 — Too Cheap

I didn’t cry.

I didn’t reach for the pen.

I stood up, and I did it slowly enough that both of them frowned, because it was not the reaction the scene called for.