Chapter 11: Personal Reflection at Veterans’ Depot
The cool, grey skies matched my mood perfectly. Weeks had passed since Marcus’s arraignment. Nia was thriving in her new school, making friends, her laughter [more…]
The cool, grey skies matched my mood perfectly. Weeks had passed since Marcus’s arraignment. Nia was thriving in her new school, making friends, her laughter [more…]
On the following Sunday, the rain had cleared. A soft, autumnal sun dappled through the remaining leaves on the trees. The air was crisp, clean, [more…]