Demolition Before the Bloom

I reached for Leo.

He didn’t take my hand at first.

He was still standing between me and his father. He was glaring at Richard, his small chest heaving.

“Leo,” I said softly. “Let’s go.”

He grabbed my fingers tightly.

We turned our backs on Richard.

We walked toward the massive, white-pillared clubhouse.

It was a hundred yards away.

It felt like a hundred continue reading …