Demolition Before the Bloom

buried her face in her arms.

She was crying so hard her whole body was shaking.

Leo stood beside me.

He looked at the red drops falling into the pristine white sink.

Then he looked up at me in the mirror.

His brown eyes were wide.

They looked too old for a ten-year-old boy.

“Is dad going to hurt us, Mom?” Leo whispered.

His voice cracked.

The question hung continue reading …