A wet, biting cold that settles in your bones and stays there until July.
I stood on the sidewalk. I wasn’t alone. Mia was there, sitting on the curb, hugging her knees. Big Mike was leaning against the brick wall, staring at the dark glass. Mrs. Higgins was there, too. She had walked three miles with her laundry cart, only to find the doors locked.continue reading …
