Series: I spent twelve months falling in love with the letters Arthur wrote to me while I was in recovery, rebuilding my life after addiction and bankruptcy.

Water, cold and dark, poured into the basement record vault, rising steadily around Silas Finch’s ankles. The burning files he’d started were now a smoking, [more…]

The storm-ravaged main corridor was a nightmare of twisted metal, shattered glass, and splintered wood. The air was thick with the smell of wet concrete [more…]

The sounds of the storm eventually receded, replaced by the distant but growing rumble of heavy extraction gear. Hours later, through the flooded, debris-choked hospital, [more…]

As dawn broke, painting the ravaged Nebraska sky in bruised hues of purple and orange, federal marshals and state investigators swarmed the scene. Emergency medical [more…]

The sun, a pale, hesitant disk, finally broke through the clouds the next morning. It cast long, stark shadows across the devastation of Prairie View [more…]

The next morning, I walked alone through the storm-damaged rehabilitation ward. It was a ruin, mud-stained and shattered, yet bathed in the soft, new light [more…]