Demolition Before the Bloom

this?” Mr. Henderson whispered, his voice trembling so hard it cracked. He looked past David, his eyes locking onto Emily, who was still clutching her stomach on the floor. “Where did you get this medal?”

David laughed, a nervous, grating sound. He took another step toward Emily, irritated by the old man’s focus. “It’s just some junk from her father,continue reading …