AS I LEFT MY IN-LAWS’ HOUSE WITH NOTHING, MY FATHER-IN-LAW HANDED ME A TRASH BAG AND SAID, “THROW THIS OUT ON YOUR WAY.” BUT WHEN I OPENED IT AT THE GATE… MY HANDS BEGAN TO TREMBLE

name.

“Olivia.”

She stopped so suddenly the bag on her shoulder slipped. For a second she thought she had imagined it, because there was only one person in that house who ever said her name as though it belonged to a human being instead of an inconvenience.

She turned.

Walter Miller stood beside the side yard trash bin, one hand resting on the lid, the continue reading …