From the author: Grandma has gone missing. This time, it may be for good.
After being home for exactly thirty-seven seconds, Char gingerly laid the paper bag filled with fruits down on the kitchen counter and squeezed the bridge of her nose between her thumb and forefinger. I can’t even leave for five minutes to go to the grocery store.
"Eddie, who broke all of these dishes?" She called out, still keeping cool.
"Grandma. She said she wasn't feeling so good or something."
"Where is she now...Eddie. Ed.” To which Eddie did not respond.
Deep breath, no reason to yell,...