She hadn’t grown up with any particular desire to care for people. In fact, she had enjoyed working at the cardboard factory, making boxes and store displays and not having to give a shit. Working beside her sister, Julie, gabbing for eight hours, and then leaving her work behind her wasn’t a bad...
Two doors opened to his left, two to his right, and behind him, the stairs. The doors to his left led to the bathroom and his parents’ bedroom, his mother’s room for the seven years since his father’s passing. He should go in there, look through the boxes of old photos and mementos, the crayon dr...