Editor’s Note: The following story is an excerpt from the novel, The Men of Honor of Unity House, and is based upon my experiences working with foster kids.
Day One, 9:58 a.m.
First came The Flash, a luminous glow so powerful it filled Unity’s staff lounge like the arrival of an ascended master. So strong it penetrated everywhere without shadows and lasted long enough for me to pause and wonder: Where the hell is that light coming from? A short circuit in the ceiling lights or the coffee maker that I just switched on? Two seconds later I knew. Continue reading →