I Left Before They Got Home

in houses.

Still.

I remember the time because I’d stopped for gas on Wadsworth and looked at the dashboard clock when I pulled into the driveway. 6:17 p.m. It was already dark. Cold enough my fingers hurt carrying in groceries.

I heard voices before I reached the den.

Daniel’s and Chloe’s.

Not fighting. Hushed.

I wasn’t trying to eavesdrop. I set a bag down continue reading …