My Tracker Disappeared Until My Dad Called And Told Me To Run

coffee, looking at me with the expression of mild concern he had perfected over four years of marriage. The expression that said: I am paying attention to you, and nothing you are telling me is alarming me, and that should reassure you.

“I put it in the box before my shower,” I said. “It’s not there.”

“Did you check on the sink ledge? Maybe it slipped continue reading …