Thanksgiving.”
“No, sweetheart,” I said, my voice thick with emotion. “You didn’t ruin anything. Those people did. And you’re never going back there. I promise.”
“Never?”
“Never.”
We stopped at a twenty-four-hour grocery store, one of the few places open on the holiday. I bought macaroni and cheese, chocolate milk, and a small pumpkin pie. Sophie stayed continue reading …
