Shelley Bourdon

"She hit him with a rock! He had to be given twelve stitches!" According to the angry woman standing outside our front door, I had deliberately injured her son. Her version of the story was wrong, but I was relieved to know the boy wasn't dead. That meant the police were not coming to arrest me. There was no more reason to hide...until I heard the sound of my mother's voice, the anger she punched into the two syllables of…