A'S
h blood. We need so
d blood
uise's Diner. I'm dozing at work again. I must be so tired, I dreamt of
life in Chicago to Greece. Rather, I'm working so hard...Micah is yet to get a job. And although my job at Louie's dinne
I feel dead on my feet
eally hope was just mop water. My apron clings to my waist, stiff with grease and desperation. The last customer tipped me thre
ause I'm finally goi
s, and it's a
ers and a half-smile already forming. Bu
ing me. I'm exhausted.
Again. A third time b
favorite. Grilled che
n my chest, tuck the phone away and zip my hoodie higher, trying to convin
to be
shadows. Every sound makes me twitchy- an engine purring in the distance, a drunk man yell
reeks of weed, stale piss, and broken promises. Same as always. I pass Mrs. Dillard's
e apartment door...
bought the extra tzatziki because he loves it. Chicken souvlaki, too. I had to skip lu
step inside the small
all out, sof
apartment. It smells like takeout and something. Ski
doesn't feel right. He never leaves the door open. Especially since I told him I wo
hear it before I see it. The
mo
ng on the closed bedroom door at the end of the hall. It's cracked ju
ve like I'm in a dream, slow and heavy,
first, she's naked, her pale thighs are wrapped around Micah's hips like they'd done it a thous
ca
Mic
is body moving like it's never moved for m
I don't cry. I j
e loo
he says. No panic. No apology
e for being here. Like I'm some stranger off t
't br
chest hollows out like someone dug into m
h a soft thud, the kind of sound no one notices.
n and
nt. Down the stair
I'm going. I just
o his phone, a woman dragging a toddler behind her. L
body and left the real Anya standing there in that
k across the islands. We said we'd make it. We sai
idn't have one. We left foster care together and p
rent that wasn't mean to me, the closest thing to a family to me besides Mi
d
have n
I realize where my legs are taking me-I'm walking towards the hospital. Usually, when I don't kno
ley when I hear footsteps behind me
m behind me, dark and