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

a crayon picture on manila paper rendered with the cheerful imprecision of a three-year-old at the height of his artistic ambitions. Three figures holding hands beneath a large yellow sun. He pointed to each one and named them.

The woman with the long hair was Mommy. The small boy was Leo. The figure with gray hair was Grandma.

“This is my family,” continue reading …