Inside the jacket
I pushed the door open after work, only to find Logan’s shoes kicked all over the entryway again.
Irritated, I bent down and put them away.
"Logan, how many times do I have to tell you? Shoes go into the shoe rack!"
He was deep in his video game and didn’t even look up.
"Got it. Next time, I promise."
I opened my mouth, ready to tell him he’d said the exact same thing yesterday.
Then my eyes caught the overflowing trash can in the living room.
A flood of memories instantly crashed over me.
