Three Days Before Our Trip My Mom Took My Card and Said We Were Not Going

him on their way to the door and did not look at him, the way you do not look at something you know you have damaged and are not yet willing to acknowledge.

The house fell silent. Mason sat at the table tracing circles in a patch of sunlight with one finger, his small suitcase still beside the couch where he had left it, and Elena sat across from him continue reading …