Colleen Whitmore — The Suitcase Dennis Never Thought to Open
It hadn’t.
Even now, I sometimes woke from dreams in which Dennis was shouting and I couldn’t find the door.
But I always knew where the door was when I opened my eyes.
PART 27
On the second anniversary of the morning Dennis shattered my grandmother’s bowl, I took the old suitcase out of my closet.
Its corners were worn smooth.
The blue lining had begun to tear near the zipper, and one wheel stuck whenever I pulled it across the floor.
Lena wanted me to replace it.
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