and we’ll move on.”

Then she brought me chamomile tea.

“Drink this and sleep.”

I said,

“Okay, Mom.”

But I did not drink it.

The moment my mother believed she had calmed me down was the moment she lost the night.

PART 2

When her footsteps disappeared, I opened the navy leather binder on my nightstand. It carried the Mansfield Keats seal. Inside was my own continue reading …