Quinn showed up too early. That was the problem with not having anything else to do. His brother Marcus had taken the car to work—the graveyard shift...
I found a bone in the yard last week that fit my hand too well. I told myself: coincidence. I told myself: the world is full of things shaped like us...
Three days after we put her in the ground, I heard her voice in the kitchen - not a memory, not the echo grief makes of the dead, but her voice, her...
In the hush after a ping, the breath between notifications, the half-second before refresh— nothing at all. I remember quiet. I remember reaching for...