After My Husband Left For Miami I Discovered He Had Locked Me And Our Son Inside Our Own House

knowing that without food or water or medicine the fever would keep climbing. I told him stories. I sang songs. I held him and pretended that I had a plan.

It was the landline I had not thought of until then. An old phone tucked in the corner of the living room, the kind most people our age kept out of habit rather than necessity. I ran to it and lifted continue reading …