Author Archives: T

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 […]

For a second neither of us said anything. She was kneeling in the mud with her arms around a soaked golden retriever, and I was standing there dripping river water, and the […]

I let the candles burn down. That was the first thing I did. I didn’t blow them out in a hurry like a woman embarrassed by her own empty room. I sat […]

He didn’t answer my question. Not at first. He set my chart down very carefully, like it might break, and he wiped his face with the back of his hand the way […]