“I don’t understand what you want from me.” Trevor was mystified. Heather was leaving him. Again. Continue reading
Mom said nothing, minuscule smile quirking her lips. One point, Mom. Continue reading
Hands on hips, furious, pleading, she is at the end of her rope. “I know you have it. It was here just a second ago, right on that coffee table.”
He looks up at her from their communal couch, brows raised, close mouthed, hands clasped and resting in his lap.