ChelseaHeller

There’s orange juice and something else suspiciously sticky on the corner of the card by the bedside table and the first thing John can think of is really a hope that Deanna didn’t steal the colored pencils that helped make that card. It’s on a piece of plan white paper, the motel’s name clearly on the top of it. No doubt the older girl took Sammy with her, displaying her sister in hopes of gaining access to the paper. ‘Happy father’s day, daddy’, it reads in scrawled handwriting, something suspiciously like a heart beneath it. Plucking it from the beside table and sitting up, John opens it to find a crude