The Letter Had This Week’s Postmark

I laughed once, ugly and cracked. “Yeah. They did. Cake was terrible.”

That got the smallest ghost of her old smile.

“Still can’t bake,” she said.

Then they wheeled her out.

The Box Under the Statue

Sheriff Avery got the storage unit opened that night.

David drove in from Ohio and looked twenty years older than he had on social media, which was a mean thought continue reading …