I Came Home From A Double Shift And My Family Said They Voted About My Daughter Until I Said One Thing

The room had been taken apart with a careful, deliberate efficiency that was somehow worse than destruction. Kora’s bed was stripped to the mattress. Her blanket, the one she would not sleep without, was folded into a laundry basket like something to be dealt with later. Her stuffed bunny sat on the dresser with its face turned toward the wall. The continue reading …