Baby — hungry — Oh. That lingering feeling of wellbeing from her brief sleep dissipated, as something hard and cold clunked into place in her brain
“He’d never understood his father-in-law, how a grown man can be happy making a living from organizing punchball games, as he would say. It’s too weird”
Aviva’s oversized smile trembled slightly. “Well, they need some time to process it.” Her voice wavered ever so slightly at the word “process”,
A teenage boy approached the offices. Hands and feet cuffed, he was flanked by three police officers. This kid must have really been bad news
One year later, Laylee smiles… I’m going to enjoy this, she thinks to herself
