Image by Elaine Faith. Used with permission.
Mom turned off grandma’s Buick in the carport. My heart pounded. I pulled the release, chrome, slid out of the seat, then walked around behind the trunk before she could go inside. “Mom?” She hadn’t even closed her door when the words came quickly. I cried, hoping that forgiveness might erase the sounds that continued to pull me into the dark.
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