maybe ten minutes.
When I came back, Karen was standing at the top of the staircase.
Holding my laptop.
I froze.
“Oh, honey,” she said, tilting her head. “I was just moving it so I could wipe the counter.”
My stomach dropped.
“Karen,” I whispered. “Please don’t.”
She smiled.
Then she let go.
The laptop hit the first step with a crack. Then another. And another.continue reading …
