Three plates were balanced on my arm when the phone in my apron buzzed a third time. The daycare said Eli had collapsed with a 104 fever. I hung up, untied my apron, and walked out into the rain…
The third vibration reached Marcus Webb’s chest before his brain caught up. He was mid-serve, three plates balanced along his forearm, and the phone in his apron pocket was buzzing like it knew something he didn’t. He set the plates down at table seven, forced a smile, and slipped into the back hallway near the … Read more