The coffee cup sat on the windowsill like an offering at some...

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The coffee cup sat on the windowsill like an offering at some forgotten altar.

Denise didn't believe in guardians. She believed in rent due on the first, in overdraft fees, in the way her back ached after a twelve-hour shift at the convenience store. She believed in the thing that had taken Marcus's father and left her with nothing but a hollow space in her chest and a nine-year-old boy who asked too many questions. But she put the coffee on the windowsill anyway. The...

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