My Son Left Me Alone at the Bakery Until the Business Account Was Suddenly Locked

But then his eyes went back to the truck before I’d even answered.

I’ll be fine, I said.

He nodded, relieved before I finished the sentence.

I stood on the porch while they pulled out. The truck turned left onto Maple, past the post office, past the diner with the cracked neon sign, past the red-white-and-blue bunting the town always leaves up too long continue reading …