He let out a breath. “I am tired, Ma.”
“Then you stay tired here,” she said. “The world’s problems are heavy. But so is a sack of potatoes, and right now, I need you to carry one in from the cellar.” clarkandmartha
“Okay, Ma,” he whispered.
Clark smiled, a real smile, the kind that felt strange on his face after months of boardroom glare and alien invasions. He stepped inside, the familiar smell of yeast and wood polish wrapping around him like a blanket. He let out a breath