CNU-At my mother’s Sunday dinner, my sister offered to take my five-year-old daugh…

just a store.

A place where something terrible happened.

A place we left.

Outside, snow began to fall in soft, thin flakes. Laya tilted her face upward and opened her mouth to catch one.

“Come on, Mom,” she said. “We have to get Patricia’s gift wrapped before Thunder eats the paper again.”

I followed her into the parking lot.

My daughter walked ahead of continue reading …