Authentic Roads

The mic was already slick with sweat when I said it. I’d practiced in the car, windows up, AC on full

The pen scratched against the paper like it was trying to carve something permanent into the world, but

The last thing I remembered was doubling over in the kitchen, a bolt of pain so fast and fierce it drove

The call came while I was in the lumber aisle at the Home Depot out on Franklin Road. My phone buzzed

Gus flattened his ears and let out a low, guttural sound I'd never heard from him in four years.

Dominic Caruso didn’t look like a man who could have a city councilman’s career erased with two phone calls.

The first contraction hit Colonel Allison Grant just after ten, while she was in the kitchen of a small

My mother's voice on the phone was a blade wrapped in velvet. "Jake, sweetheart, you need to

The slap of my apron hitting the kitchen island was louder than anything he'd said. I didn'

I walked into that church knowing exactly what I was buying, and exactly what it would cost me.