Chapter 5 I have the sheets and blankets pulled up over my head at 5:30am. At least it’s quiet, or relatively so. I can hear the patter...

Chapter 6 It’s just before 10pm and Dingle’s early September streets are wet and deserted. Driving into town, a brick seawall borders the...

Chapter 7 Dehlia is still sleeping when I wake at 4:30am. Brooke is in the exact same position she nodded off in—an indicator that sleep...