Three Knocks on Linden Street — The Mother Who Never Came Home
He gazed at Buddy.
“I thought maybe she was mad because I spilled the medicine last week.”
“Parents don’t disappear because a child spills medicine,” Amara said.
“You did not cause this.”
His lower lip quivered.
He had been carrying that thought for four days.
The doctors arranged a video greeting when Teresa was well enough.
Until then, Amara helped Eli make a card.