My Grandma Asked Why I Wasn’t Living in “My” House—Three Days Later, My Parents Went Pale
The message came in on a Tuesday afternoon, right in the middle of my chambers, while sunlight filtered through the tall windows and dust motes drifted lazily over stacks of case files. I was annotating an appellate brief when my phone vibrated with that familiar triple-buzz. Family. It was always family. Clare’s name lit up…