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

herself standing in front of a modest, one-story house. It was small, the paint peeling in places, but there was something comforting about it—something familiar in its imperfections. The windows were dimly lit from the inside, as if someone had been there recently. Olivia paused in front of the front door, the key Walter had given her cool in her continue reading …