Her mom could have brought her home but thought the government would take good good care of her.
Now she’s dead.
Another Notch in the Spine
The following is the first draft of a short story for a collection I am working on. I hope you enjoy it. Cheers! --Patrick On the morning of my first kill, I woke up before Mom had come to get me. I gazed up at the concrete ceiling, where the night before, Dad helped...
