Dad’s swollen suitcase sat in the back corner of his room. I saw it as I walked past his door.

He said he had to work; he’d be home late.

Say hi to your mistress, I thought. It was my birthday. And the last time he walked through that door.

Sara lives in Texas with her boyfriend, cat, and turtle. She is about to start work as a staff attorney for a non-profit law firm. Writing has always been her favorite way to convey information and inspire ideas. Now that law school is out of the way, she is thrilled to be able to spend time writing fiction. Sara has short stories forthcoming from Eunoia Review and Wicked Industries in the near future.