“You’re allowed to ask me anything, buddy.”
On a Tuesday afternoon, someone destroyed the little peace we’d made.
“Did you make him leave because he didn’t love us?”
“No. I asked him to leave because we couldn’t keep living the way we were.”
He nodded, still unconvinced.
Then, on a Tuesday afternoon, someone destroyed the little peace we’d made.
Officers checked the house while we waited in the car. Once inside, I saw the damage.
Back at the car, Lucy searched the ruined porch for her pumpkin.
Kitchen drawers had been emptied onto the floor. A chair lay broken near the counter. The microwave was gone, along with the living room television and Mason’s game console, which all three children shared.
Back at the car, Lucy searched the ruined porch for her pumpkin.
“Maybe somebody moved it,” she whispered.
I knew she meant her pumpkin.
Before I could answer, our neighbor, Mr. Alvarez, hurried across the street.
