Somewhere South of Sober, North of Home The house was quiet, but not the peaceful kind. It was the silence after a slammed door. After a choice you couldn’t take back. Chivers sat in the car, engine off, watching the porch light spill across the front step like an accusation. The suitcase was still in […]
PREQUEL: CHARLIE The kettle whistled like it always did—shrill and sharp, piercing through the cluttered silence of the kitchen. Charlie didn’t move. Her eyes were fixed on the screen of her phone, the same page she’d been staring at for almost twenty minutes. “A Hundred Days. Ten volunteers. One final choice.” The advert
“Sunday Confession” The pew is hard, colder than usual. Kane shifts, tugs the collar of his jacket like it might hide him from God. Not that he really thinks God’s watching. Not anymore. But habit’s a funny thing. He came to mass this morning because he needed something—quiet, maybe. A sign. Or just routine. The