Every single morning played out exactly the same way. Richard would drag me out into the backyard and...
The sound of the slap was hollow. Louder than the Christmas carols playing softly on the television. Louder...
PART 3 The attorney didn’t sound surprised. “I understand.” Sarah folded her arms and laughed. “Oh, please.” She...
“It’s her… the girl from the case file.” The teller said it so softly it was barely more...
The blue composition notebook had a cracked cardboard spine held together by strips of clear packing tape that...
PART 3 Emily looked at her. “Exactly. His family. Not you.” Dana’s smile disappeared. Greg dropped the papers...
The infusion room at Mercy smelled like alcohol wipes and cheap peppermint candy that the nurses kept in...
Seven thousand two hundred and fifty hours. That was how many hours I had spent at Mercy Hospital...
The lemon cleaner the VFW used on the tables smelled like floor wax and old ammonia. It was...
Pickle was a low-slung, scruffy brown thing with one white sock on his left front paw and ears...
