something.
Lorraine freezes mid-sentence. The phone was still pressed to her ear. Mila looks up from the kitchen table. Three more knocks. Lorraine hangs up, walks to the door slowly, looks through the peephole. She steps back. Mila, stay behind me. What’s wrong, Grandma? Lorraine doesn’t answer. Her hand is shaking as she reaches for the doorknob.
She continue reading …
