My wife had been dead three years, but I still set a glass of water across from me like she might walk in late, smiling and saying, “You started without me?”
That night, someone did walk in.
And she was running from hell.
PART ONE
“Please,” the woman whispered at the diner door, gripping her little boy’s shoulder. “He hasn’t eaten since yesterday.”
The whole restaurant went quiet.
Not TV quiet.