PART-2: The Weight of the Yellow Blanket The silence in the basement was heavier than the damp air. I stood at the bottom of the wooden stairs. My hand was still resting on the cold metal doorknob.

Clara sat on the thin mattress. Liam was asleep against her chest. I looked at the yellow duck blanket. My mind was struggling to process the reality of the room. … Continue reading PART-2: The Weight of the Yellow Blanket The silence in the basement was heavier than the damp air. I stood at the bottom of the wooden stairs. My hand was still resting on the cold metal doorknob.