Public transportation wasn’t an option here in the woods. God, I missed the city. Walker’s truck was my only option; without streetlights, the trees, insects, and dense solitude—that horrible, unshakable itch that you were not alone yet completely on your own—were worse than street bums, muggers,...
I woke, disoriented for a moment because although I was sleeping on my bed with my usual quilt over me, the mattress under me was bare; the sheets were stacked on the bench of my bay window. They looked crisp and fresh and stain-free, and with that thought, the memories from last night came rushi...