Maggie rubbed the butter through the flour – her worn hands becoming soft and warm as she worked. She felt good here, in the kitchen. More than just...
There was barely anything to see, but Peg noticed anyway. It was something about the way Em moved, the way she stood. A protective hunch, a defensive...
Em pushes a wisp of hair out of her eye and knocks on the door in front of her. The wind seems to gather in violent swirls around her in this strange...
When she heard the cycle stop outside and the knock of knuckles on her front door Maggie’s stomach turned over and she momentarily felt sick. He was...
