He arrived home two hours early, expecting to hear his son’s laughter, but instead he heard a faint whisper: “Please, I’m tired…”
Mrs. Harris blinked as if Daniel’s words had jolted her with electricity.“Excuse me?” Her voice wavered, then tightened like a wet rope pulled taut. “I don’t think I understand…” “Pack. Your. Things.”Each word dropped like a stone into deep water. She straightened, lips pressed into a thin, cold line.“I’ve done everything exactly as you asked. … Read more