They Left Me Behind to Work the Farm—The Next Day, Their Cards Stopped Working

chair on the porch to wait.

David got out first with that scolded-child face. Amber followed in her wrinkled dress, hair disheveled from the trip. Finally Catherine, adjusting her sunglasses even though the sun was setting.

None of them looked at me directly. They just stood there as if waiting for me to speak first, as if I owed them an explanation.continue reading …