The rain wasn’t just falling; it was performing. It hammered the large plate-glass windows of…
“Everyone is afraid of dying, until you lose a child… then you’re afraid of living.”…
The first thing you noticed when you drove through Somerville in late October wasn’t just…
“You brought a child to an interview?” Brenda’s voice cut through the polished silence of…
“You brought a child to an interview?” Brenda’s voice cut through the polished silence of…
It’s the kind of story that lodges itself in the back of your throat. The…
Prologue: The Air The air in the house on Santa Ana Drive didn’t just smell…
Prologue: The Air The air in the house on Santa Ana Drive didn’t just smell…
The wailing didn’t just start; it tore through the 1:00 AM silence, a sound so…
The shriek wasn’t just a sound; it was a physical force, a whip-crack that shattered…