But there he was, sitting at a picnic table, leaning on his elbows and fiddling with his phone. She scanned the area for his pack but didn’t see it anywhere. He looked both bored and anxious. And of course he was there to see her. Her first impulse was to avoid him. What w...
Like someone held a splitting wedge along her brow and was smacking it with a sledgehammer. She closed her eyes again and hoped to God she would die. Someone said her name and shook her. She squinted and saw a black man in a white coat. She tried to tell him to leave her a...