The Attic Ledger

They found the book in the attic after grandmother died. Leather bound,

no title, filled with names and dates. My sister laughed when she saw

our names listed on the final page. Mine had yesterday's date.

Hers had tomorrow's. The page before showed our mother's name with a date from twenty

years ago. The day she vanished. We burned the book that night.

Watched the pages curl and blacken. But when I checked my phone this morning,

my sister's contact had changed. Just her name now. And where her

photo used to be, there's only static that moves like it's breathing.