The walk down the stairs was a journey through a graveyard. My own. Each step was a memory, a moment, a future, now…
The heels of the women clicked on the marble floor like retreating gunshots. Their perfume, a cloying mix of jasmine, tuberose, and bitter…
The drive to Carol’s house was only fifteen minutes. It was the longest fifteen minutes of my life. The world outside the windshield…
The black SUV that pulled up to my Brooklyn walk-up wasn’t just black; it was a void. It absorbed the morning light, the…
I stood there for what felt like a decade, the image of my children—my children—clinging to this woman, this stranger, burning into my…
The drive to Pacific Heights was the longest twenty minutes of my life. I sat in the back of my own Bentley, the…
The diner was too bright. The fluorescent lights hummed, buzzing in a way that drilled into my skull, amplifying the pounding in my…
My body learned to anticipate his, even in the garage. I found him there one night, the air thick with the smell of…
My first call wasn’t to the police. It was to Mr. Henderson, a quiet, methodical man who handled my late husband’s will. His…
A little star. The words hung in the polluted air, a strange, poetic phrase from a child who looked like he’d never seen…