HE WALKED STRANGERS THROUGH MY LAKE HOUSE LIKE HE OWNED IT

of its own. I drove to my appointment.

That’s the thing that was sitting on the counter next to the four poster-size stills.

10:14 a.m.

Diane came in first because Diane always comes in first. She is the kind of woman who walks into a room she’s nervous about like she’s daring it to be what she’s afraid of. Forty-one years old. Her mother’s jaw. My eyebrows,continue reading …