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

loaves. They were crackling on the rack, that small sound good bread makes when it’s come out right. The light was just reaching the east window, turning the flour dust gold.

Evan’s name came up on the screen.

I let it ring twice.

Mom.

His voice was tight. Not frightened, exactly. Controlled fear. The kind men use when they don’t want to admit they’ve continue reading …