It was a Thursday morning.
Not a special one. Not a morning that announced itself as significant in any way, just an ordinary Thursday with cereal and the negotiation over which hair clip was acceptable and the walk to preschool that took twenty three minutes because there was a particularly interesting c***k in the pavement on the second block that required examination.
They were halfway through breakfast when Seren looked up.
Not with the evaluating attention she used for important questions. Just looked up the way she looked up when something had been sitting in her mind for a while and had finally decided it was time to come out.
"Why doesn't Mr. Darian come to the park anymore?" she said.
Nia put her spoon down.
She had known this question was coming. She had been preparing for
