I Saw Her Leave Two Children at the Gate

that crossed like little X’s.

My thumb caught on the stitches.

Not caught. Pressed.

There was something inside.

I glanced at Harper. “Did Pickles eat a rock?”

That got half a smile.

I worked the seam gently with my fingertip. Whoever had sewn it up had not done hospital-grade work. The thread loosened enough for me to slip two fingers in and pinch out a continue reading …