without blood.
The woman sat stiffly, like the bench had personally betrayed her. Dad sat beside her with his hands folded on his knees, respectful distance, shoulders slightly hunched like an old dog trying not to scare someone.
He didn’t start with a speech.
He asked a question.
“What’s your name?”
She blinked. “Lena.”
Dad nodded. “Lena. I’m Arthur.”
“I continue reading …
