WARNING: This post contains confronting images and video.
Emails. Let’s not talk about emails any more.
Or pant suits. Or hair. Or whether or not the future President of the United States should be “unlikable” Hillary, or unbearable Trump.
There’s blood on the floor of a nursery, and, really, it’s time to focus.
There are smears of crimson underneath a red slide. Splatters of it on the floor next to a tiny, ride-on truck, familiar as the kind all of our children have sat on at one time or another. Pools of it under a tandem swing set.
There’s a tiny pink backpack lying beside a little-lunch in a plastic bag.
