Demolition Before the Bloom

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“Are the children hurt?”

“No. Just terrified.”

“Keep them inside.”

That was it.

No gasp. No sympathy. No outrage.

Just the terrifying efficiency of a woman going to war.

“I’ll be there in twelve minutes,” Eleanor said.

The line clicked dead.

I lowered the phone.

My hand wasn’t shaking anymore.

I turned on the sink and washed the dried blood from my fingers.continue reading …