The Walk
The parking lot behind the abandoned steel mill was cracked and uneven, with patches of grass pushing through the asphalt in places where the snow plows had not reached. Sean O'Brien stood at the edge of the lot and watched Megan walk. She was wearing her old running shoes, the ones with the soles worn thin on the left side, and a coat that was too thin for the weather. Her leg—deformed by...
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