For some reason she is strangely aware of the cold, wet grass under her knees as she puts pressure on them in front of the tombstone. The feeling reminds her of the cold, empty feeling she had in her heart since the death of Uncle Rock. She can’t believe he is dead. She also can’t believe that sh...
Tuck held his phone up to his ear with a shaky hand. He dialed 9-1-1 to report finding Broady’s body. Junior pressed forward toward his parked car, preoccupied with thoughts of how he would give his mother the news. He didn’t think it mattered that she didn’t care for her youngest son, but he kne...
His lungs were on fire as he coughed uncontrollably. He stood with his back against the hallway door, letting his bags fall to the floor. Rock was frustrated and exhausted. Droplets of blood oozed from his mouth and formed a teardrop pattern on his shirt. Rock’s hands shook as he fumbled with his...