“You know I’ll make it up later.” That last one always made me want to laugh. Richard said it the way people say grace before dinner—earnestly, automatically,…

Confirm. Done. Confirm. Done. No yelling. No thrown coffee mugs. No speeches. Just my hand leaving things it never should have been carrying by itself. My phone…

She went quiet. Finally she said, “Yeah.” I looked out the townhouse window. Snow had gathered along the curb in thin gray ridges. A delivery truck was…

That evening, Brandon and I walked along the waterfront, the harbor reflecting the fiery sunset. “Mom,” he said quietly, “how do we fight a ghost?” I looked…