Demolition Before the Bloom

morning on Christmas Day if she wanted to.

Richard looked at me.

His eyes were wide with pure, unadulterated panic.

The facade was gone. The monster was shrinking.

“Clara, tell them to stop,” he pleaded. “Tell them this is a mistake. I just bumped into you.”

I stared right through him.

I didn’t say a single word.

The lawyer stepped closer to Richard, forcing continue reading …