My Children Came Back to the Hospital Pretending to Care but My Bed Was Already Empty

the difference between them was not technical.

No one spoke for a while.

I picked up the folder that Ernesto had left on the table before excusing himself to the kitchen.

I opened it and placed it in front of them on the low table.

Diego leaned forward and read. Graciela read over his shoulder. I watched their faces go through several changes in the space continue reading …