The Knocking Started Right After She Told Me He Was Mine

But your incision wants a lawyer.”

That got me a tired glare. Still, she handed him over.

I paced the living room in my socks with my son against my chest while the Christmas tree blinked in the corner. Outside, the street was white and empty. Somewhere down the block somebody had left a radio on low, old carols muffled by snow.

Noah finally settled continue reading …