He Was Clutching A Broken Yellow Umbrella Under The I-5 Overpass While Waiting For A Mother Who Was Never Coming Back, And The Truth About Why She Left Him There Broke Me.
PART 1 Chapter 1: The Yellow Beacon in the Grey I hate the rain. That’s a controversial thing to say when you live in the Pacific Northwest, but I’ve never gotten used to it. I moved to Seattle for the tech boom, chasing a six-figure salary and the promise of a “balanced life,” but three…