My Family Took My Car And Demanded Five Thousand Eight Hundred Dollars

The First Car

Part One: The Text

I turned twenty-four on a Tuesday, working a twelve-hour shift at Memorial Hospital, and nobody remembered.

Not my parents. Not my brother. Not my sister. The morning had come and gone the way most mornings did in the Mitchell household, with the particular silence of people who have nothing to say to you that isn’t a continue reading …