Upstate, New York, Amy Quonce moved across the map with her daughter and one
very spoiled dog. She now spends her days writing from a hammock nestled
between two palm trees and works as a Licensed Massage Therapist.
Top 10 Favorite Things I Can’t Live Without
The movie Beaches
Soarin’ ride at Disney
My best friend, Jen
Good music on my iPod
“Are all your bags packed?” Kate asked. “It’s storming out and I want to get home as soon as possible.”
Andrew Preston, who was growing up to be a carbon-copy of his father, shot her a dirty look. “No, my bags aren’t packed,” he snorted.
“Why not?” Kate snapped, without meaning to. She hated taking a tone with him, but couldn’t help recognize the all-too-familiar war between them brewing.
“Because I’m not going with you, that’s why,” he shouted, slumping further down onto the couch.
Kate tried to calm herself before things got out of hand. “What do you mean you’re not going with me?” she pressed, trying to soothe her voice as she spoke.
Andrew wasn’t falling for her ‘talk calmly to the kid and get a calm response’ tactic. He wanted to take it to the next level. “You heard me. I AM NOT GOING. Is that clear enough for you, Mother?” he screamed.
As Joe pulled into the crowded school parking lot, he could sense the nervousness in his wife. He kissed her cheek and told her how proud he was at her bravery. Kate wasn’t sure if it was valor or cowardice, but more of a force that guided her inside the building alone. Her legs shook so much she could barely get out of the car to make the short walk into the school. Through the disorientation, she found the main office and managed to tell the secretaries she needed to sign her child out for an appointment. Doing so made her realize how hard it was to say those words…her child.
It couldn’t be her child who had done such vile things against her daughter. It certainly wasn’t her childwho was about to be taken down to the police station to be interrogated by detectives. Kate’s body shivered thinking about it. Was he her child anymore?