home to sleep, I pushed myself toward the laundromat.
Inside, the hum of machines vibrated through the warm, soapy air. Only one other customer was there—a woman in her fifties who gave me a friendly smile.
“What a beautiful little girl,” she said.
“Thank you,” I replied, rocking Willow gently.
When the woman left, it was just me, Willow, and rows of spinning continue reading …
