My Home Is Not Their House
Nov 3 · 20 min read
The Piano Man always sang his song at nine a.m. He got a few lines in before he was silenced, but sometimes, Melonie’s brother sang part of the song before he disappeared into the bathroom to take a shower. He was always done by nine-thirty, and then he would go downstairs to start his routine. And Melonie stood beside the living room window, drinking her coffee and watching her neighborhood fall apart.
“Morning.” Her brother stepped off the stairs.
“Good morning, Andrew.” Melonie finished her coffee and stared down into the empty mug. “I already fed the…
