I came home with flowers, ready to make things right with my wife, when I saw the ripple of dried blood across my own shirt. I hadn’t felt the cut. I hadn’t heard anything. And the woman I loved…
“Wakey, wakey, rise and shine. Tea? ” Sally pushed through the living room door with two mugs, making sure her voice was loud enough to carry. Richie stirred on the sofa, blinking up at her like a man who’d forgotten where he was. “Here you go, boys. ” “It’s all right, thank you,” Richie mumbled, … Read more