![]() I catch him before he topples over and lift him on my hip. ![]() Then he throws the doll to the floor and claps his hands. Cole is solemnly imitating Mary’s actions-making the Barbie doll in his hand hop on the cushion between them. I find them curled on the old sofa that came with the house, playing with Mary’s toys. Might as well stop thinking useless thoughts and unpack. How can I? How do you escape what you’ve turned into?ĭon’t be so fucking melodramatic, I tell myself.īut when a woman walking a small dog on the other side of the street lifts her hand in greeting, I freeze, stilling even more, until I might as well have turned to stone.Įventually I step back, into the dimness of the house. Then I ran from myself, and I still haven’t stopped. The beginning and the end of the road are covered in mist. I don’t know what I was looking for, or running from. ![]() I’d never heard of Destiny, Missouri, in my life, and that was good enough a reason for me when I grabbed my two kids, stuffed everything I own in my truck, and drove down here. ![]() The low porch overlooks the overgrown garden, and I gaze at it blindly, not quite sure how I got here. The house is big, the town small, a smattering of houses and trees scattered on the plain. So here I am now, standing in the early morning, staring at nothing. Let myself roll in the warmth, believe I had reached my destination. There’s a bright, warm place men call home. ![]()
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