Author Archives: T

Holloway laughed, but it came out thin. The board members glanced at each other. “Dana,” he said, “I think you’ve had a little too much of the good champagne.” “I haven’t had […]

I sat down. I don’t know exactly when. One moment I was standing with my coat on, and the next I was in the chair by the bed, and the nurse had […]

The judge sat down, opened the file, and then she stopped. She looked at me the way you look at a word you can’t quite place. Then her eyebrows went up, just […]

Preston set the pen down. Marcus Bell has that effect on people; forty years of being the calmest man in the room will do that. “Who are you?” Preston demanded, recovering. “This […]

“You probably don’t remember me,” he said again. “Theo. Theo Brandt.” And then I did. Fifteen years fell away in the cold doorway, and I saw a skinny boy in a thin […]

The bell over the door was still ringing when Ruth looked up. She had a half-finished bouquet in her hands — ranunculus, I’d learn later, her favorite, the ones she always pushed […]

The first voice out of my phone was Preston’s. I’d turned the volume all the way up and held it to the microphone, and his voice rolled out across that town square, […]

“Most of you are wondering if I can do this.” I let that sit for a second under the chandelier. Two hundred people, dead silent, every one of them braced to be […]

For a long moment Hannah didn’t move. She just stared at me like the porch light was playing a trick on her. “Danny?” she whispered. Not a question, really. More like trying […]

My hands were shaking so badly I almost couldn’t lift it down. The green paint can was Harold’s. Of course it was. He’d painted the porch rail that color the summer before […]