The first thing Celeste missed was not Theo. It was the coffee. That embarrassed her. On the first Sunday of their six-week...
At 6:12 the next morning, Jonah knocked once on the guest-room door. He did not turn the knob. He did not call...
David turned off the lights. Not the bedroom lamp. The two small stage lights he had borrowed from the basement and aimed...
The brass key spun once on the kitchen table before falling flat between them. “How long?” Mateo asked. “Thirty days.” “When do...