My Dead Father Just Checked Into A Nursing Home

Summary

The nursing home called. They said my father had checked in.

I instinctively replied, “You have the wrong number. My father, George Stone, passed away three years ago.”

I heard the rustle of papers on the other end. “The intake form lists George Stone, age sixty-five, a recipient of the eminent domain buyout, and his daughter, Harper Stone. This is your cell number.”

The hand holding my phone started to tremble.

My father was George Stone, and I was Harper Stone. And yes, our dilapidated family home had recently been condemned by the city, qualifying us for a substantial seven-figure…