He Said My Mother Dying Wasn’t His Problem

dresses and feed-sack scraps.

I picked it up.

Pruitt saw my face and said nothing.

Ryan came down the hallway buttoning a shirt wrong. One button off, the whole front crooked. He looked tired and angry at the same time, which on him mostly just looked puffy.

“Rebecca, thank God. You need to calm down so we can explain.”

“We.”

He rubbed his forehead. “Can continue reading …