At two in the morning, I woke and noticed blue light spilling into the hallway.

I quietly walked toward the kitchen.

Nathan was sitting at the table with a cold mug beside him.

On his laptop was an enlarged photograph of Patricia’s porch.

The mat sagged near the door. A paper bag sat beside it. A dark smear marked the threshold.

Beside the computer lay continue reading …

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