The Snow Angel, Part Thirteen

Winter’s breath needled through Amber’s worn soles to bite at her toes. She trudged the walkway, burdens slipping and swinging...

The Snow Angel, Part Twelve

Meg slid the scissor edge along the packing tape and popped the seals free. As she unfolded the boxtop flaps,...

The Snow Angel, Part Eleven

Amber shifted Babygirl to her other hip as Meg opened the front door. A deer-stalker capped fellow turned on the...

The Snow Angel, Part Ten

Citrus, thyme, and basil scents wafted from the kitchen. Angela wriggled on her mother’s lap to grab a handful of...

The Snow Angel, Part Nine

Hickory and poultry scents wove through the neighborhood’s brisk air as Amber lifted her cherub-faced daughter from the car. White...