Angry, Sheila flew out of the house, leaving her family at the table complaining. Everything tasted like dirt.
A medical social worker, Sheila worked with adolescent burn victims. Usually upbeat, she’d had a rough day. Getting a panicked call, she raced to meet her favorite guy, Leon, who’d been set on fire by his mother when he was two. His foster mother suffered from cancer. And now, a broken heart. She was in shock, sobbing. Leon was leaving for Iraq.
Sheila returned home that night and everything was still. She sat alone and finished her cold dinner in the dark.