Demolition Before the Bloom

his slacks and smoothed the front of his polo shirt.

He looked around at his staff.

He let out a loud, forced chuckle that echoed across the quiet lawn.

“Whoops,” Richard said loudly.

His voice was cheerful. Completely casual.

“Watch your step there, Clara. Clumsy as always.”

He didn’t offer his hand.

He didn’t look at my wound.

He didn’t check on his crying continue reading …