White Spots on My Cheeks Led to an Unwanted Contract

his forehead resting against the glass, before he finally opened the door.

I met him on the porch, not wanting him inside my house while my mind was this clear. The air was cold, carrying the smell of wet earth and decaying oak leaves.

“Mom,” he said, clearing his throat before he had even reached the top step. He rubbed his left shoulder, his eyes continue reading …