Authentic Roads

Gloria tightened the grip on her kitchen knife. The carrot on the cutting board never stood a chance.

The beeping of the heart monitor was the first sound Dominic Castellano truly hated. Not the gunshots

I still remember how his thumb rubbed circles on my palm under the table at that fundraiser.

The first thing I noticed was the smell. Black cherry and old oak, soaking into the cheap polyester blend

Marjorie Blankenship had declared war on a dog. Not just any dog—a brown, floppy-eared, mixed-breed lump

The Ashford estate sat on Mercer Island like a lit-up cruise ship, all glass and steel, with valets in

After Mom passed, my sister and I became strangers so quietly I didn’t even notice it happening.

The shears went through the lapel with a sound like ripping canvas. I stood under the bare bulb in my

I spotted her the second she pushed through the double doors of the Cedar Falls Community Center.

Maddie Keller didn’t dread Mondays. She dreaded Fridays at seven p.m., when her husband Jason would wander