Demolition Before the Bloom

would keep my children safe.

I was wrong.

The automatic glass doors of the clubhouse slid open.

The air conditioning hit me like a wall of ice.

We walked past the concierge desk.

The teenage girl behind the mahogany counter gasped when she saw my face.

She reached for a telephone.

I shook my head at her.

I didn’t want club security. I didn’t want a scene with continue reading …