She’d taken a quick break to refill her lemonade. Who knew reading was such dusty work? She’d removed each journal and placed it carefully on the TV table she’d set up for the purpose. She wanted to know exactly what she was dealing with in the trunk. The journals now sat in chr...
Emily braced her hands shoulder-width apart on the porch railing and inhaled slowly. The night stilled, save for the occasional whir of bat wings flashing past or the desultory sound of the night watchman calling out the hour. Alone. In all things. She sighed, angling her head to examine the sky ...