Lonesome Spirits Chapter One
I showed up on my parents’ front step with a suitcase in each hand.
They opened the door with baggage of their own.
Three large cases sat inside the front hall, and I was like, “What's all this? Who’s going where?”
For a second, I wondered if Mama had kicked my dad to the curb. Or vice versa. Could have gone either way, although I doubt they’d ever divorce. Maybe separate for a while, but never divorce. They were solid, those two.
My mother seemed shocked to see me. Truly. Shocked. She pulled me into an awkward hug before saying, “Nikola, what are you doing here?”
My parents are pretty much the only people on the planet who still call me Nikola. To everyone in the city, I’m Nik. I’m non-binary. But that's a lot to explain to a pair like my moth
