An Interrogation: Bradford Style
An R.L. Mathewson Chronicle
“You’re late,” came the announcement, followed by a disappointed sigh that drew his attention to the dining room table and felt his lips twitch as he took in the adorable six-year-olds waiting for him.
“My apologies,” Devin murmured absently, dropping his bag by the door as he took in the clipboards in their hands, the selection of crayons laid out on the table in front of them, the oversized coffee mugs filled with what looked like chocolate… Read More

