Demolition Before the Bloom

My ten-year-old boy scrambled to his feet.

He didn’t run to my side.

He turned around.

He put his small body directly between me and his father.

Leo’s fists were clenched at his sides. His knuckles were white. He was shaking from head to toe, terrified out of his mind, but he stood his ground.

He was trying to protect me.

From his own father.

I propped myself continue reading …