A week ago, my Uncle Rob died. The priest at the funeral talked about how everyone who knew Rob was blessed. That made me sad. I’d only met him a few times and never had much of a chance to hang out with him...
She couldn’t remember the last time a family Christmas had been so pleasantly uneventful. Even Becky was enjoying herself. Smiling, no less. She was at the dinner table holding the attention of a small army of wonder-struck kin. “What are you all up to?” Isla asked...
Rick woke up, rolled over, and collided with something solid. Stretching out a shaking hand, he opened his eyes. He was facing the oak tree in the front garden. Rainwater dripped onto him from the branches. A moment of calm, then images of the night before tried to shove their feet in the doorway of [&hellip...
