My neighbor showed up every single day with her baby in her arms asking for a cup of sugar, and I just figured she was a disorganized young mom. That is, until one morning when she whispered, “I’m not really coming for the sugar, Mrs. Higgins… I’m coming because it’s the only way he lets me out of the apartment alive.”
I didn’t answer right away. My hand drifted slowly toward my wooden cane. Not because I thought I could actually overpower him with it… but because it gave me something …
My neighbor showed up every single day with her baby in her arms asking for a cup of sugar, and I just figured she was a disorganized young mom. That is, until one morning when she whispered, “I’m not really coming for the sugar, Mrs. Higgins… I’m coming because it’s the only way he lets me out of the apartment alive.” Read More