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Eldon Peck’s car crunched back down my driveway, leaving me alone once more. The groceries were a lifeline, but they didn’t erase the sting of [more…]

The return journey from the mail delivery box was even worse than the trip out. My body was failing. My left foot was a block [more…]

Julian Kross hammered against the oak beam, his roars of rage echoing from the mudroom. He rattled the door, testing its strength, then he began [more…]

My foot was a dead weight, a throbbing agony that made it nearly impossible to stand. The root cellar, cold and damp, offered no comfort. [more…]

The cold in the root cellar was a living thing, an invisible, insidious predator. Six hours crawled by in the oppressive darkness. My entire body [more…]

The throbbing in my left foot had turned into a searing pain, a deep ache that seemed to radiate through my entire leg. I’d wrapped [more…]

Forty-eight hours. Julian’s words were a countdown, echoing in the biting silence of my cabin. My hands were already clumsy with cold, my fingers stiff, [more…]

I clutched the wooden shim in my pocket, the sharp edges digging into my thigh. The evidence of Julian’s true depravity burned there, a constant [more…]

The walk back to my cabin was a blur of numb feet and a burning rage. Eldon’s words, “You’re just a recluse, Martha,” scraped at [more…]

The bell above the door stopped jingling, leaving only the quiet hum of the refrigerated cases and the crackle of the woodstove in the corner. [more…]