Hurricane Warning

Their meal is hurried. They hunch over their plates, shoveling food in like it’s fuel for the fight and listening to the wind whistle through the trees outside. Grace prays that none of the older trees come crashing down on the roof, or the whole place might come down around …

When Worlds Collide

Kool-aid and coffee. That’s all Grace has to offer, but things are getting tense and weird, and it’s easiest, really, to fall back into old patterns. Comforting as the familiar skirt that Sir liked her to wear, although she prefers jeans now. How else is there to cope? Besides, people …