Their Own Grave

eeling paint and a sagging porch. I only kept it because the rent from a long-term tenant barely covered the t

ady parked at the curb. A beat-up sedan

n the porch. Kevin, Tiffan

in said, blocking the steps. "Come t

"She probably wants to ask for a loan already. The answe

contempt. "I knew you' d come crawling. You always do. Yo

property, Kevin. I need to get

put it in your name to hide it during her divorce

ame, Kevin. The law i

ou think you' re so smart with your college degree. Look where it got you. Yo

a finger

ed in high school. What was his name? David? I' m sure he' d throw you a fe

the old anger flared inside me. The urge to scream, to sh

xt in my mind. This i

burying it deep. I smil

he deed, Mom. F

useless paper. Just don' t get the place dirty. It' s about to be a

cheap perfume filling the air. As I unlocked

so responsible. Always

y dark. I found the lockbox, my hands steady as I retrieved the deed.

o. They just did