Emma Parker was a ghost. By choice. At Ridgeway High, she was the girl who mastered the art of non-existence. She lived in…
It was just after ten on a Tuesday morning, and the sunlight pouring through the windows of the Oakhaven Diner felt like a…
He was just a tiny dot on the endless asphalt, a three-year-old boy in filthy, torn clothes, wandering alone on the side of…
The sound came first. A low, rhythmic thwack-slap… thwack-slap on the polished linoleum of the school hallway. It was the sound of shame.…
The slap was so sudden, so sharp, it seemed to suck all the air out of the cabin. It wasn’t just a tap;…
It was supposed to be just another walk home. Just another Tuesday. The air was crisp, carrying the first real bite of autumn,…
It was 12:01 AM at St. Mary’s Hospital in Indiana, a Tuesday night so cold the automatic doors seemed to groan in protest.…
You never forget the smell. That’s the first thing they don’t teach you at the academy. You can train for the sights, the…
The walk back to the house was the longest of my life. I carried Emma in my arms, her small, cold body pressed…
The sun came up cautious and pale. I cleaned Noah with a washcloth, brushed his teeth with a toothbrush I’d gotten at the…