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

morning, a bottle of wine he had been keeping for a good occasion. We ate without hurry.

At some point Lucía said, “Do you think they’ll change?”

I thought about Diego’s face when he put the folder back on the table. I thought about Graciela’s hands in her lap. I thought about the space between distress at what you have done and distress at the consequences continue reading …