
Lena Ashford adjusted her thick-rimmed glasses for what felt like the hundredth time as she crossed the marble lobby of…

Rain didn’t fall over Austin that afternoon. It attacked. It drummed the glass of the law office in sharp, impatient…

The chandelier above Caleb Winthrop’s conference table was old crystal, the kind that turned light into little daggers and scattered…

The sun hit the glass face of Ashford Global like it was trying to set the building on fire from…

The glass doors of Kensington & Wolfe Family Law caught the Denver afternoon like a mirror that refused to blink….

Elliot Mercer adjusted his tie for the third time and immediately hated himself for it. The private dining room at…

Garrett Wexler didn’t look down at the city because he wanted to admire it. He did it the way some…

Now she zipped the dress, clipped on the small earrings Carmen had loaned her, and forced herself to leave the…

The slap cracked through Rosy’s Cafe like a starter pistol, sharp enough to make every spoon pause mid-stir, every conversation…

They called him the Ghost of the Bitterroots, though nobody ever agreed on why. Some swore it was because Rowan…

The morning of September 14th, 1887, dawned the color of wet ash over Briar Creek, Nebraska, as if the sky…

The summer heat laid itself over the Wyoming Territory like a heavy hand, turning the dirt road outside Hensley Mercantile…

The telegram arrived on a Tuesday morning in May of 1883, delivered by a boy with ink-stained fingers who looked…

Mae Carter’s hands were still warm from the last place her father’s life had clung, right above his heart, when…

You don’t expect an invitation to feel like a slap, but that’s exactly how it lands in your mailbox, thick…

You learn, young, that cruelty rarely arrives screaming. It usually comes smiling, dressed in charm, holding a microphone like a…

In the summer of 1884, the heat in Maple Junction, Colorado stuck to skin like a second punishment. It baked…

In Juniper Hollow, people didn’t need newspapers. They had porches. They had flour barrels to lean on, church steps to…

You sit on the hard bench with your wrists locked in cuffs that feel colder every time you breathe, as…

You walk into your parents’ house with your shoulders already braced, like you’re stepping into a room that’s always slightly…