Between Sundays
Chapter One
Two Years Later
Sometimes Cory Briggs took the long way home, pedaling as fast as he
could so Megan wouldn't worry about him. Because Megan said eight-year-old
boys should come straight home from soccer practice, especially on late
afternoons. San Francisco was the sort of city where it was best if you were
in by dark.
But that early August day, Cory did it again. He slipped his backpack
onto his shoulders, left the soccer field at McKinley Elementary, and rode his
bike up the hill and a few blocks out of the way, to Duboce Park. He would
make up time on the downhill, so he stopped just outside the fenced-in play
area and stared.
Shadows made it hard to see the bench, the one where he and his mom
used to sit. But Cory shaded his eyes with his hand and squinted, and suddenly
there it was. The same bench, same brown wooden slats, same way
it looked back when he was a first grader, back when they came here every
afternoon. He didn't blink, didn't break the lock he had on the bench, and
after a minute he could hear her again, her happy voice telling him everything
would be okay. ... read full excerpt from Between Sundays ebook
