I drove without direction. The world outside the windshield was a blur of neon and rain that hadn’t started falling yet. I drove…

I tried to tell myself the t-shirt in her laundry basket meant nothing. It was a plain white T-shirt, one of Mark’s, with…

That night, Clara, my nurse, was apoplectic. “You’ve lost your mind! You gave a homeless vagrant your address? He’s probably casing the house…

The silence in that garden wasn’t just quiet. It was a vacuum. It sucked the air from my lungs, the blood from my…

I sat at my own kitchen table and stared at the small, spiral notebook with unicorns on the cover. My daughter’s handwriting, so…

The sirens weren’t distant. They were here. A piercing, rising wail that swallowed the tiny, suffocating silence of our Seattle kitchen. The sound…

The Virginia air was sharp and bright, a cruel contrast to the fog in my head. I leaned against the rough brick wall…

I crossed the foyer in two strides. Meline tried to block me, her hands fluttering. “Jonathan, it’s not what it looks like! She…

The antiseptic smell of the ambulance hit me first, sharp and sterile, a horrifying contrast to the sweet, rotten smell of the wine…

The air that spilled out wasn’t just warm. It was alive. It smelled of pine smoke, dried herbs, and something else… something I…