Arthur pen drawing of hidden animals decided who kept the lake cabin

on the laminate dresser. “What if Douglas does not show up?”

“He will be there,” I said. “He thinks he has already won.”

The sound of a truck brake hissed from the highway, loud enough to rattle the thin glass in our window pane.

I looked at the yellow plastic key tag sitting on the nightstand between the two beds, where the number twenty-four was printed continue reading …