My Husband Cut Our Grocery Budget to Eighty Dollars Until His Phone Connected to the Tablet

project drying on the counter, at June’s new sneakers by the door, at the lease with only my name on it, at the fireproof box in the hall closet that now held not just birth certificates but a restraining order, a restitution agreement, and a folder of screenshots that had saved us.

I had cleaned other people’s toilets, yes, every single night, with continue reading …