Buried Betrayal on Eight Hundred Acres 34

moved through the parking lot lights.

I thought about Grandma Evelyn peeling apples on the porch.

I thought about the way she used to ask what I noticed.

I noticed this now.

They had not lost me when they threw me out.

They had lost me when they assumed I would crawl back in.

The next week did not feel like revenge.

It felt like cleaning a room after years continue reading …