Demolition Before the Bloom

“Mom?” Leo whispered. “Who was that?”

“Someone who is going to fix this,” I told him.

I wet a fresh paper towel and carefully wiped Maya’s tear-stained cheeks.

“We are going to wait right here,” I said softly.

I walked over to the frosted window of the restroom.

I cracked the heavy wooden pane just an inch to let the fresh air in.

I could see the lawn perfectly.continue reading …