said thank you.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, rocking back and forth like a child trying to comfort herself. “I didn’t mean it. I didn’t mean any of it. Mom wouldn’t be ashamed. Mom would be proud. I’m sorry, Daddy. Just wake up and I’ll eat the bologna. I’ll eat anything. I promise. I’ll never complain again.”
When the sirens finally cut through the neighborhood—that continue reading …
