My Parents Left Me in the ICU for My Brother’s Game, So I Made One Call

breathing for me, watching the elevator doors close.

I had simply, finally, decided to agree with it. To say: yes, you’re right, there is one child in this story, and it is not me, and I am going to go be in a different story.

I muted the television. The cat stretched, yawned, and relocated to my shin.

I thought about the scar on my abdomen, the faint continue reading …