“We need thirty-one of those,” Rahul pointed inside the store, “The Boss was very specific about that.”
A well-aimed brick sailed through the helpless glass window with a loud crash.
“Don’t eat that pear,” she said.
After years of heartbreak, the adoption agency finally called. We were happy. We were complete. At least, until the sickness engulfed his tiny frame.
He offered to help. In exchange, I’d have to sacrifice another human on my son’s first birthday. I’d have…
She showed him the horror again. Clear as crystal. His own. It can really affect you, that.