Demolition Before the Bloom

” he whispered.

His voice was shaking with rage.

I kept my voice calm. I knew better than to match his energy. If I stayed quiet, he usually backed down in public.

“The kids were overheating,” I said. “We can still see Mr. Henderson from here. We’ll be fine.”

“He’s taking photos by the fountain,” Richard sneered. “The company photographer is with him right continue reading …