
The wind didn’t weep for women like Sadi Thorne. It only passed over her skin as if she were a…

Horace Whitaker did not simply marry off his daughter. He disposed of her the way a man flicks ash from…

The Montana mountains didn’t welcome visitors. They tolerated them the way a frozen river tolerated a boot: with patience right…

The Arizona sun had a way of making the world confess. It confessed the truth of dust, for one, turning…

The autumn wind worried the shutters of Henderson Boarding House like it had a grudge to settle. It shoved itself…

The wind that moved through the live oaks of Magnolia Ridge Plantation did not sound like weather. It sounded like…

The stagecoach groaned like an old animal giving up its last breath as it rolled to a stop on Ember…

The woman who ached for home, Lillian Hart, woke on a depot bench to discover her future had already packed…

The storm over Manhattan started long before the rain. It began in small betrayals Madison Hail had trained herself to…

The first thing people noticed was the sound. Not the choir, not the organ, not the soft rustle of silk…

They told her it was grief wearing a real-estate mask. They said no sane woman, four months pregnant and freshly…

The sound that opened this story wasn’t a scream. It was the brittle, high-dollar shatter of porcelain giving up on…

November rain turned Manhattan into a mirror that refused to hold one face for long. Headlights stretched into trembling ribbons…

They called him different things depending on how close they were to the edge of his world. To the finance…

The black Mercedes moved down the county road as if it had taken a wrong turn into someone else’s life….

The chandelier over the Hawthorne dining table had been shipped from Vienna in a crate the size of a coffin,…

The steel door at the bottom of the stairwell didn’t so much open as complain. It groaned on rusted hinges…



The penthouse smelled like vanilla cake. Not the sugary kind that makes a home feel safe. This sweetness was sharp,…