The Huntress and the Old Man It was a bitterly cold morning in New England when I, Marina Wolfe, walked into the tiny…

SHORT STORY — “Barefoot to the Truth” The city was quiet that morning, unusually so for a Monday. I sat in my office,…

I hadn’t seen the sun in forty-eight hours by the time our plane cut through the heavy clouds covering the eastern U.S., returning…

I Paid for My Daughter’s Wedding… Until I Overheard Her Fiancé. My Revenge Cost Them Everything. My name is Thomas Walker, and for…

THE SLAP AT BLUE HARBOR The Blue Harbor Country Club sat on a cliff above the Pacific, its glass walls catching the early-afternoon…

I never wanted to attend my sister’s engagement party. That truth pulsed in my throat from the moment the cream-and-gold invitation arrived in…

I never planned to slam the door in my parents’ faces. But then again, I never planned for them to choose flowers, fireworks,…

I didn’t expect a quiet Saturday morning to break my heart. My son, Oliver, had spent weeks talking about his eighth birthday party.…

I didn’t expect the sky to be so blue on the day we buried Commander Harris. The California chapel sat on a hill…

The first time Elias Crane saw Congressman Adrian Wolfe, it wasn’t in a boardroom, or at a negotiating table, or at some aggressively…