Demolition Before the Bloom

phone rang at 6:00 in the morning. Danny’s picture lit up my screen. I let it ring once, twice, three times, made him wait. Showed him things were different now.

“Mom, you awake?” he asked. “Look, about yesterday…”

His voice sounded fake-happy. The sound people make when they know they’re wrong but won’t say it.

“Richard just wants a small family thing.continue reading …