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The Last Key to Willow Creek
The call came in at 12:47 a.m., and I answered it standing barefoot on the cold tile of my Austin kitchen
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**Twenty-Five Years, One Deed**
The chandeliers at the Marriott downtown were the kind that threw little diamonds of light across white
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The Landlord Next Door
I manage the building at 214 Larchwood Court in Dayton, Ohio — twenty-six units, mostly young families
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# Sunny Condo with a River View
I work as a bookkeeper at a real estate office on Elm Street, and I was the one handling the escrow account
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What Grief Actually Looks Like
Maya Reinholt had been sitting in her car outside the parking garage on Fifth Street for twenty minutes
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The Weight of Staying
Marissa Callahan learned how to read her son's silences before she learned how to pay a mortgage alone.
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Behind the Anchor
The first thing I noticed about the man at Table 14 was that he'd sent his drink back twice before
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The Boy from the Rectory Steps
My name's Daniel Ferris, and for thirty-one years I thought I knew exactly who I was. Turns out
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The Bride in White
My name is Jenna Whitfield, I'm thirty-one, and I run a small physical therapy practice outside
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Blind Aunt Geneva
The town of Millbrook, out past Ashland in the Ohio hill country, smelled of woodsmoke and wet leaves