The Discarded Wife & Mother
I said, and meant it.
He shouldered his empty box and headed for the door. The last light fell across the console, and the small green blink in the corner was steady, patient, like a light waiting for someone to answer it.
I walked to it and brushed the dust away until the screen breathed through. A single line of text glowed faintly and then, like a heartbeat, it blinked.
PHOENIX.