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The town of Millbrook, out past Ashland in the Ohio hill country, smelled of woodsmoke and wet leaves

Cora Pruitt ran the general store at the edge of Millhaven Woods for thirty-one years, and she still

I've been a home inspector in the Cedar Rapids area for nineteen years, and I still think about

The first sign was the coupons. Not the money—the coupons, still clipped to the fridge with a Buckeyes

**"Miss Delgado will need proof of residency, ma'am. Otherwise, we can't allow you back

I heard it at a quarter past ten. A sound that didn't belong to the December evening: not the wind

The dye was still in its Rite Aid bag when Richard set it down next to my dinner plate. Nobody had asked

Dale Reyes counted the miles from Terre Haute to the bus stop, and then he didn't get on the bus.

Denny Kowalski was eleven years old, and he'd been skipping the school cafeteria for six days straight.

Understood. I'll write a faithful personal essay on grief, relocated to an American setting, without