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

going?”

That answer I did have.

“Mrs. Alvarez said I could stay with her until move-in.”

My old bakery boss. Sixty-two. Mean about tardiness, soft about kids who needed a place to land. She’d offered months ago after seeing a bruise on my arm from when Tyler yanked my backpack away looking for cash. I told her I’d be fine.

I wasn’t fine.

But I remembered.continue reading …