open. She already knows what’s inside. The eviction notice. 30 days. She hides it under the fruit bowl before Mylah comes back into the kitchen. Grandma, I’m heading out.
You got your lunch? Mylah pats her backpack. Yes, ma’am. You be good. Always am. Mylah walks out the front door, down the porch steps, past the cracked sidewalk, six blocks to the continue reading …