My husband, Mike, pulled his battered Ford pickup into the driveway just as I was trying to process the note. The sound of…
The first time Arthur Bishop faked a cough, it was just a test. A little probe into the silence that had become his…
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…
I forced my eyes open, my heart pounding a frantic rhythm against my ribs, a terrible counter-beat to the drone of the airplane’s…
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 restaurant, Mendoza’s finest, was a performance. Every clink of crystal, every hushed murmur, was choreographed to perfection. It was the perfect stage…
The sound found Caleb first. It was a ragged, gasping sob that seemed to tear through the tranquil spring air, a wound opening…
The whisky burned, a familiar fire in the ice-cold cavern of my chest. I stared at the closed door of my study, the…