Thirty Veterans in Leather Vests Arrived at My Front Door on Tuesday Morning

cup slide across the laminate table.

Lily sat beside him, her face buried in the neck of her favorite stuffed rabbit, her small shoulders rising and falling. I set a plastic gallon of milk on the table next to the paper bag from the grocery store.

“Four dollars and ten cents,” I muttered, looking at the receipt.

The cold draft coming through the loose continue reading …