Demolition Before the Bloom

voice, sharp and close.

“Give me the phone.”

Rustling sounds. She’d grabbed it.

“You manipulative old woman,” Sarah’s voice dripped poison. “After everything we’ve done for you? The visits, the calls, dealing with your constant expectations. You think money means you own us.”

I pulled up my list on my phone, read from the screen, my tone flat like reading continue reading …