like it was a real animal.
“She named this rabbit Mister Carrots,” he said. “Slept with him every night. Took him to preschool in her backpack. He was the only thing they pulled out of the car that wasn’t broken.”
I didn’t say anything. I couldn’t.
He wasn’t looking at me anymore. He was looking at the rabbit.
“My son was drivin’. My son. Her daddy. My continue reading …
