by Meyari McFarland
Kenzie carefully measured off a strand of green embroidery thread. The precise movements, small and dainty, didn't set Devon off. Between his abuse, the pandemic trapping her in Devon's apartment, and Devon's mother in a Mood, she wasn't sure she could survive much longer.
But Devon's mother's Mood got Devon out of the house.
In a time of pandemic, freedom to move is a precious commodity.