Atlanta, GA
Eula sat at her desk in the reception area and watched Trudi hug the little boy. She lowered her gaze and wiped a tear from her eye.
Everything was changing. So quickly. Samuel dead. Trudi leaving and now taking on Samuel’s child. And Eula was supposed to take over the agency. She’d often dreamed of doing something like this, of being like Trudi, but she didn’t feel ready. Or maybe she didn’t want it to happen the way it was happening.
She wiped her other eye and glanced at the paper Trudi had dropped onto her desk. It was folded open to the classifieds, and Eula happened to catch a one-word ad. Nothing more than one word.
Pig.