When My Kids Didn’t Show Up, My Neighbor Held My Hand Instead

the other clumsy from trying to keep my eye shield in place. Everything was brighter, but not in a good way yet. Not sharp. Not clean. Just… flooded. Like someone had poured milk into my world.

David stood there in his work uniform again, hair damp from a quick shower, holding a paper bag and two cups like he’d been doing this his whole life.

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