LAST PART 2 >>I thought about the cracked plastic booster seat. Noah’s swollen, bleeding lip. Rick crying in fear of being silenced.
And a calm, steady smile spread across my face. “Okay.” Their triumphant smiles widened even further. Brent chuckled, shaking his head. “That’s it? Just okay?” “That’s it,” I said smoothly. …
LAST PART 2 >>I thought about the cracked plastic booster seat. Noah’s swollen, bleeding lip. Rick crying in fear of being silenced. Read More