Wyatt Never Had To Speak Until One Day Everything Changed

a moment.

“No,” I said. “Not this time.”

He opened the door and walked out.

I heard his footsteps on the wooden porch. I heard the suitcase going down the steps one at a time. I heard his car door and then the engine, and then nothing.

The nothing had a size to it. It filled the kitchen from the floor to the ceiling and I sat inside it with my hands in continue reading …