Lila Hart: Stories

She’s coming home for the weekend. Three months away at college and all she can think about is her little brother — the way the towel hung low that day, the dreams she can’t stop having, the guilt that hits every time she comes. One exit from home she pulls into an empty parking lot and takes the edge off. It doesn’t help. By the time she walks through the front door, the house already feels different. And so does she.