Windows
“Show me your pass.” She’s brimming with authority, inflated as a helium balloon. I stutter, the words stuck in my throat like marbles
Windows
Would Rochie be able to sleep tonight? What were her thoughts as she stood alone in her kitchen with my news buzzing in her brain?
Windows
I couldn’t believe it. How did they know who was at the door? And what I was there for? How could they be so cruel?