I watched them go. The flashing blue and red lights dissolved down Pine Street, leaving…
The silence in my father’s small, beige-painted room was so heavy it felt like a…
The click of the lock was drowned out by the sound of glass clinking. Laughter.…
Part 2: The Longest Night The sun rose, but it felt like a judgment.…
The sound was sharp, metallic, and definitive. Click. Click. It was a sound I knew…
I looked at Jenna. Her face was pale, a mask of pure disbelief and simmering…
The waiting room at Pinewood Memorial was too bright. The fluorescent lights hummed, buzzing under…
His back was to me, a small, hunched shape against the graying evening light. He…
The sound was sharp, a wet thwack that vibrated through the rain, followed by a…
The rage I felt on that sidewalk was so cold and sharp it almost made…