THE DIAMOND RING AND THE WISH THAT WASN’T FOR ME My name is My Anderson. If anyone asked me what the happiest and…
CHAPTER 1: THE NEIGHBOR WHO ALWAYS CAME AT 10 P.M. My name is Emily Carter, thirty-six years old, the wife of Dr. Jonathan…
Seeing My Wife Kneel and Beg the Housekeeper While Handing Over 1,200 Dollars to “Buy Her Silence,” I Was Stunned by the Secret…
THE BOX OF GOLD AFTER FOUR YEARS OF DISAPPEARANCE My name is Emily Carter, and I am thirty-six years old. If anyone were…
THE STRANDS OF HAIR UNDER THE PARTY LIGHTS My name is Margaret Wilson, and I am thirty-nine years old. For the past seven…
WHEN THE DOOR OPENED, I FROZE IN PLACE 1. The Day I Thought I Was Starting Over My name is Michael Turner. I’m…
THE KNOCK AT MIDNIGHT 1. One Year After the Divorce It was exactly 12:17 a.m. I remember that number clearly, because it was…
I still remember that afternoon vividly—the moment the interstate bus stopped in front of a quiet suburban neighborhood in San Jose, California. It…
THE SOUND OF RUNNING WATER AT MIDNIGHT I used to believe that my marriage to Jonathan Miller was a “stable” one. Not the…
“She Was About to Give Birth” — And What the Untried Soldier Left Behind There are memories that do not age with the…