Two Black SUVs Rolled Into My Aunt’s Backyard

the bright red overshirt he’d been wearing and put on Uncle Gary’s tan work jacket. Ball cap low. From a distance, same height, close enough build. He looked at me while I adjusted the brim.

“What exactly am I doing?”

“Walking badly,” I said.

Despite everything, the corner of his mouth twitched.

I pointed at the driveway. “You step out from the house carrying continue reading …