CNU-At my mother’s Sunday dinner, my sister offered to take my five-year-old daugh…

be there,” until the words became breath.

The Maple Street Target glowed in the dark like a giant red warning sign.

I parked crooked across two spaces and ran inside.

The store smelled like popcorn, floor wax, and new plastic. A teenage cashier looked up as I rushed past. The customer service desk was near the front, under harsh white lights.

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