“Good job, son!” my mother-in-law praised him when my husband hit me… But an hour later her “little boy” was sitting in handcuffs. Justice doesn’t sleep.
Evening began with silence. The kind of weary, viscous silence that makes you think if you stuck a needle into it, it would ring like a taut string. I stood at the stove, stirring the soup. Just a simple chicken soup our four-year-old daughter, Sonya, loved. Outside, the colors of the autumn day were slowly […]
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