It started with a key. A simple brass key, left on Maddie’s pillow after her shower. No note….
The air was thick with the scent of pine, smoke, and sweat. The firepit in the clearing behind…
The morning sun spilled through the gauzy curtains of the Hartleys’ guest bedroom, catching in Maddie’s tousled blonde…
Maddie barely heard the creak of the front door over the panting, the wet slap of skin against…
It was just past noon when Jack heard the familiar sound of tires crunching up the gravel drive….