I Came Home From Teaching All Day to Find a Lock on My Own Pantry

you’re home,” she said, not as a greeting, more as a notation.

“What is this?” My voice came out softer than I intended. I was still in some version of shock, still processing the arithmetic of what I was looking at.

She didn’t even glance at the lock. “Ryan and I bought some specialty things. Imported goods, organic olive oil, that sort of thing. We continue reading …