At the Christmas party, while everyone was happily exchanging gifts, my father secretly sold my house to pay off my irresponsible sister’s debts, and when they stood by the Christmas tree sneering, “now you’ve lost your house,” I just smiled and said, “the house you sold is actually…”
My name is Aurora Reynolds. I am twenty-eight years old, and I live in Idaho. For most people, Idaho in December feels cruel. The air is sharp enough to sting your lungs. Snow stacks itself along the curbs. Porch lights glow through white curtains. The roads shine with ice under the streetlamps, and every breath…