Fashion

After 3 years in prison, I came home to find my father dead and my stepmother in his house. “He was buried a year ago,” she said coldly. She didn’t know he’d left me a secret letter with a key. It led me to a storage unit, and a video he’d made before he d;ie;d. “She framed you,” he said.

I was thinking about one thing. My father. Every night inside, I had constructed him in my mind, placing him in the same spot: sitting in his worn leather armchair …