SAVING MY KIDS

I didn’t have time to get a driver and I wouldn’t have gotten one if I did. I sped into Queens through the rain, which was heavy now, verging on a thunderstorm. When I got to Chloe’s apartment,I dialled her line , no one was picking ,She wasn’t there then I called my friend who was seeing Sara, then I drove down there I sat in the driver’s seat, shaking with rage and something else. So this was fear, true fear. The fear of losing the things in the world which matter most to you.

I slipped inside through the open door and bolted up the stairs. But when I got there, I could see the door to Chloe’s friend’s apartment was open.

I went inside, and what I saw made me feel sick. The upturned table, the crayons on the floor. Little pictures of a happy sun smiling down on a house. A drawing of a lady with red hair that said Mommy next to it in childish, curly handwriting.

Chloe and Sara were on the sofa, shaking. From the looks of it, they’d only just got back. Another man was standing by the