White Spots on My Cheeks Led to an Unwanted Contract

a Saturday I remembered all too well.

I walked slowly into the living room and stood before the old walnut rolltop desk that had belonged to my father.

The small brass key was still in the lock, but the rolltop was not quite closed all the way.

I pulled the cover back and opened the small wooden drawer where I kept my blank library board receipts and continue reading …