My Mother

he said.

Silence snapped through the room.

My mother stood.

For a moment, I saw something in Daniel’s eyes I had only seen twice before: once when a drunk driver nearly hit us in a crosswalk, and once when a doctor said Lily’s oxygen numbers were dropping.

Danger.

“Maybe you should go get coffee,” he told me softly.

I knew that tone. He wanted me away from continue reading …