The Table They Sent Us To
I knelt on the damp planks.
“Are we going home now?” Cruz asked.
“Ice cream first,” I said.
“Then we pack, and tomorrow the three of us fly home to Austin.” Sofia asked if her mother was coming on the plane.
I owed her the truth.
“No, sweetheart.
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