Van

Less than eleven years ago

“Come with me,” I said. It was as if my voice weren’t audible. Perhaps it was only in my own head. “Madison.”

She turned my way, her green eyes glassy as if the world was no longer in focus.

I went closer. “Let’s get out of the house.”

“He’s coming.”

Her words were a direct hit, a kill shot to what was left of my heart. The one sentence hurt more than I wanted to ...