SlayerOfTears

His lips press into a thin line and his eyes fall. The Boy leans away, shaking off the woman’s grip. He slides off the chair and let’s his bare toes touch the carpeted floor. As he goes to stand up straight, his legs wobble. He uses the tall wooden desk in front of him to balance out. Once he has a firm standing, he pushes off the desk. His eyes don’t leave the floor.
The woman walks over to the office’s door and pulls it open, the light of the outside pouring in. She puts her hand on her hip and jerks her head at the opening.
“Come on.”
With a bit of a hunch and hands grasping the bottom edges of his dark-blue tank top, The Bo