him?”
I looked down at this little boy. Six years old. One dollar in his pocket. Willing to spend it on a stranger to save his mother.
“Yeah, Micah. I scared him real good.”
“Is he still in our house?”
“The police are gonna take him somewhere he can’t hurt y’all no more. You understand?”
He nodded. Then, quiet as a prayer:
“Can I see mama?”
“Yeah. Come on.continue reading …
