Trying not to cringe as Mrs. Malcom pulled another tissue from the kleenex box, Tabitha kept a pleasant smile on her face. The plaid of...

My husband is dead…my husband is dead…my husband is dead. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, Rowena reread the breaking news banner...

Our stilted singing cut off abruptly as my grandmother lit her cigarette from the tip of her ninetieth birthday candle. Her painted lips...

Staring at the results wasn’t going to change their outcome Cary knew, yet, his eyes refused to leave the evidence. “Did you know?” His...