The Prescotts Thought My Uniform Was Decorative

to speak.

“She was in the guest house too.”

No one moved.

Mrs. Mendoza gripped the doorframe.

“Before Mrs. Janelle.”

Cobb climbed three steps.

“Mrs. Mendoza, I need you to wait outside.”

“No.” The word broke out of her. “No, because I waited before. I waited and she died.”

Her face folded in on itself.

Then she covered her mouth with both hands, as if the words continue reading …