There were times I understood his choice. When I left another home, ran another time. When all I could see in my future was the freezer and wanted any fate but that.
Mostly, though, I remembered how broken our mother’s eyes were when I finally made it home. I remembered how everything he’d built was shattered with the bullet. I remembered how it didn’t stop the company from taking what it wanted.( Read the rest of this entry » )
Mirrored from The Notebook