Maeve thought about cowbirds as her eyes traced the clear tubing leading from her teenage daughter’s arm to the IV bag, plump with fluids meant to quell the storm created when a virus collides...
With my knees in the icy creek, I put my hand to the back of my head, finding it sticky with blood.
My sister was running towards me when I realized something wasn’t right. If she had...
A pink cosmetic bag held a lipstick and a folded sheet of paper; a packing list, revealing her personal daily necessities. I felt like I was invading her privacy, delving into drawers that were...
