I Came Home From Work and Found My Baby in a Condition I Will Never Forget – The Archivist

already running.

“HALEY.”

The sound that came out of me was not something I had chosen. It was prior to choice, prior to language, something that lives deeper than both.

I was three steps from the edge when something hit me from behind with a force that lifted my feet briefly from the ground. An arm hooked around my neck. A forearm drove into my throat.continue reading …