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I was already in my coat, keys in hand, when Denise set her mug on the counter. Coffee sloshed over the

The scratching at the door sounded like a branch against a window, not a living thing. Thin.

The voice came through the laundry room wall just as I was shoving a load into the dryer. Derek, my son

I didn’t leave Ohio because I wanted adventure. I left because the electric company had sent a shut-off

Drew Callahan figured the past stayed buried under sawdust and unpaid invoices. That was until three

The first Saturday after Miss Edna’s funeral, I rolled my red Toro to the curb before I could talk myself

The day after the funeral, Mr. Delaney buttoned his coat against the wind off the Illinois River and

I've been delivering produce to The Cypress for sixteen years, ever since Cora's grandmother

The lock clicked shut at 6:15 PM. I stepped back from the fridge and wiped my hands on my old Pearl Jam t-shirt.

The chain went on at four in the afternoon. I’d bought it during my lunch break at the Home Depot on