Emma Parker was the invisible girl at Ridgeway High, always in oversized sweaters, head down, unnoticed. She sat alone, spoke softly, and blended…
Prologue: The Air The air in the house on Santa Ana Drive wasn’t just old. It was wrong. It was a physical weight…
Seattle has a way of tricking you. It offers up a Saturday morning so flawless, so impossibly perfect, it feels like a personal…
It was 5:15 PM. I shouldn’t have been home. My last project meeting, a budget review that was supposed to be a three-hour…
It was a flicker in my peripheral vision, a shadow of dark, funereal chiffon moving against the sea of pale pinks and creams…
It was a Sunday morning, the kind that blurs into all the others on the open road. Inside the Denny’s, the air hung…
She buried her face in my scrubs, and a sob finally ripped out of her, a sound she had clearly been holding in…
Mark walked home in a daze. The rain was still falling, soaking through his clothes until he was chilled to the bone, but…
There was a pause on the other end of the line. Maria could hear a man barking orders in the background, a sudden,…
Child Protective Services. CPS. The three letters every parent dreads, and three letters I, as a police officer, had used to tear families…