That day, the air at Fort Jackson hung thick and still, heavy with the kind…
Emma Parker was the invisible girl at Ridgeway High, always in oversized sweaters, head down,…
Prologue: The Air The air in the house on Santa Ana Drive wasn’t just old.…
Seattle has a way of tricking you. It offers up a Saturday morning so flawless,…
It was 5:15 PM. I shouldn’t have been home. My last project meeting, a budget…
It was a flicker in my peripheral vision, a shadow of dark, funereal chiffon moving…
It was a Sunday morning, the kind that blurs into all the others on the…
She buried her face in my scrubs, and a sob finally ripped out of her,…
Mark walked home in a daze. The rain was still falling, soaking through his clothes…
There was a pause on the other end of the line. Maria could hear a…