The Letter Had This Week’s Postmark

Gray sport coat. Ball cap. Hands in pockets.

And Sarah saw him the same second I did.

Her face changed.

“Down,” she snapped.

What She Ran From

The first shot cracked the glass in the vestibule door.

People think gunfire sounds like the movies. It doesn’t. Indoors it sounds wrong. Too flat and too huge at the same time.

I shoved the girls behind the pew and continue reading …