I Said “Okay” And Packed Before They Knew What I’d Sent

Mr. Haskell’s voice crackled through it.

“Mrs. Mercer, I’m looking at these documents now, and I need you to stop talking and listen to me carefully.”

On the tile beside her lay the blue ceramic mixing bowl she’d dropped. It was in six pieces. One piece had slid under the table. There was egg white on the floor from breakfast prep, and Tyler had stepped continue reading …