I Let My Sister and Her Kids Move Into My House – Three Months Later, My Neighbor Knocked on My Door and Said, ‘You Need to Check Your Basement. Now’

“Mark?” I called, even though I knew he was gone.

I reached for my phone out of habit, then realized I didn’t have it in my hand. I’d set it on the kitchen counter while I poured the cat food, because I didn’t want it slipping out of my pocket.

“Of course,” I muttered, annoyed at myself.

I should have walked upstairs, grabbed my phone, and left. I could continue reading …