My brother filmed me for Instagram as he and my mom kicked me out of our Lake Tahoe cabin, calling me a “freeloader” and forcing me to sleep in my car. “Family only,” they laughed. They had no idea my father had secretly sold the cabin.
“I reached the family driveway just after sunset, headlights sliding over the pines like searchlights sweeping a shoreline. The air around Lake Tahoe always carried something clean and metallic in it, like snow that hadn’t fallen yet. The cabin sat above the slope as it always had—two stories of honey-colored logs, a wraparound porch, a…