A Simple Seven Egg Painting on a Plate Changed My Family Forever

until the hearing.”

I left his office with the copies tucked into my wool coat, the wind blowing the dry oak leaves across the asphalt of the parking lot.

The drive to Clara’s new apartment complex on the edge of town was quiet, the radio switched off.

Clara’s apartment was small, the living room cluttered with half-empty cardboard boxes and plastic laundry continue reading …