My Mother Locked the Gate on Me

logistics lead?”

“Bill Rusk.”

“Put him on another line. Tell him to find me a clean receiving bay and two staff with coolers ready. No hallway handoff. No guessing.”

“Captain…”

“Do it now.”

My mother came back on, crying harder.

“Arden?”

“I’ll be there in twelve minutes.”

“Thank you. Thank you, sweetheart.”

Sweetheart.

The word landed wrong.

Like somebody had continue reading …