He arrived at the reunion holding my hand—and left holding hers
Katya hadn’t touched her breakfast. The oatmeal sat cold and congealed in her bowl, as she absently stirred it round and round. Her face held no expression—just a silent stillness, like the calm after a storm. The digital clock above the microwave blinked 6:03 a.m. The children would be up soon. She needed to be … Read more