The Knock Came Before I Could Dial 911

still look like a trap to a child who survived by asking permission to breathe.

When I told her it was time for a bath, the color drained from her face.

“No.”

“It’s just warm water. I can help you, or I can stand right outside.”

“No.” The word came out sharp, then she made herself small, as if she expected that tone to be punished. “Sorry. Don’t hit me.continue reading …