Part 1: The Night I Opened the Door

that couch, that one safe night when everything else had fallen apart.

“I’m here to keep a promise,” he said, holding out a thick red folder.

My hands trembled as I invited him inside.

We sat at the same kitchen table, though it had been replaced years ago. He talked about what happened after that night. About shelters. Long days of work. Nights spent continue reading …