Series: She is seventy-eight years old, Jonathan, and room and board in this enclave aren't free, my older sister Victoria said, wiping her manicured nails without looking up from her tablet.

The house remained quiet, save for the rhythmic patter of rain against the windows. The air, though cleared of Victoria’s presence, still felt charged, holding [more…]

The last of the storm clouds had begun to drift away, leaving behind a sky of bruised purples and oranges. The air was cool and [more…]

The Buckhead estate, hours after Victoria’s abrupt expulsion, sat bathed in the serene, golden twilight of a cleansed sky. The last vestiges of the storm [more…]