looking, like a kid passing a note. I didn’t ask. I just put it on my ring.
I called the county too. I won’t pretend I didn’t agonize over it. But two little kids, alone, no food, for over a day – there’s a number for that, a real one, not Cheryl’s invented food number. A woman came out. I don’t know yet how that’s going to land. It might blow up the continue reading …
