I. The Harbor and the Ghost of Protocol The air in the West Haven boatyard always hung thick with the same ghosts: salt,…
The crowd had become a living thing. A many-headed creature of judgment and curiosity, its whispers forming a low, collective hiss. They saw…
Chapter 3: The Aberration The first seventy-two hours of her employment were, by all accounts, a failure. I watched the feeds from…
My husband, Mike, pulled his battered Ford pickup into the driveway just as I was trying to process the note. The sound of…
The courtroom smelled of cheap bleach and lost hope. I sat on a hard wooden bench, my hands gripping a faded handbag that…
My name is Emma Cole, and I have become an expert in the art of being invisible. I’m a single mom. In the…
The whisky burned, a familiar fire in the ice-cold cavern of my chest. I stared at the closed door of my study, the…
rom the outside, our two-story house in Houston was a postcard for the American Dream. The lawn was a perfect, manicured green. The…
The whisky burned, a familiar fire in the ice-cold cavern of my chest. I stared at the closed door of my study, the…
For a long moment, Olivia couldn’t move. She sat perfectly still, facing forward, her hands clenched into tight fists in her lap. The…