The Four Boys at the Restaurant Sink
“You agreed to this weeks ago.”
“That was my first mistake.” I stopped walking.
She stepped into my path.
“Whatever this is, you will fix it in the morning.”
I looked down at the woman who had steered my entire life.
“I saw Kelsey today.”
Something moved behind her face.
Barely anything — a fractional stiffening of the shoulders, half a heartbeat of unfocused eyes.