The appointment had been a trial: a packed waiting room, restless children, a doctor running an hour behind. Amy had cried herself into exhaustion, her little body trembling in my arms. By the time we left, my back was screaming.
Across the street, I spotted a small café glowing with warm light behind fogged-up windows. It looked like refuge. I balanced the stroller with one hand and shielded Amy with my jacket as we dashed through the storm.Continue reading…
