The Message From My Son That Forced An Impossible Choice – The Archivist

door, at the expensive orchids sitting on the windowsill waiting for water they weren’t going to receive.

My phone buzzed with a text from Diane: “See you at ten. I looked into what you mentioned last night. Charlotte, we really need to talk. This is serious.”

I grabbed my coat and car keys. The orchids could wait forever as far as I was concerned. continue reading …