Too Late For His Regret

ork for the hous

h the kitchen as I pointed out the new applianc

unding on the front

ok with Augustus, who had been wai

ed the

ace contorted with rage,

a fierce anger, immedia

, ignoring the buyers completely

ed betw

tus de Jesus. Augustu

tion was sho

ce darkene

whimpered, her voice trembling

"You came to my house, Claire?" he dema

I said

fresh, loud sobs. She clutched Jonah

exploded, hot

m just told Anisa she has to move out of the guest r

re accusato

se of it?" He pointed a furious finger at me. "You call my mom right now and tell

rage on his face, at the fake te

ng. I just wanted

d quietly. "I

nger momentarily r

lation seemed t

, suspicion in his voice. "C

ce, leaving him and Anisa on the porch, their shock

finalized, the keys were h

al sweep of th

on sun, illuminating the ghosts

per, were all the birthday gifts Jonah had given me over the years: a small silver box

missing. My eig

working on our Stanford applic

expecting his usual morning knock

he'd been

e was struggling with her essay. He'd s

night. The moon rose and

y looked at me, his eyes t

nto a tirade about how Anisa had never really celebrated a bi

ioned my birt