Ronnie felt broken. The TV droned on, punctuated by sound effects of gunfire, but she couldn’t look at it. She just stared at the table and wondered if she had the energy to wipe up that dried smear of baby food.
“Why does it have to be so hard? ‘Round and ‘round it goes…” She said it out loud, but she was alone. Well, alone except for little Emma. Things might be easier without her. But Ronnie couldn’t entertain that thought.