Look closer.

Your respect for their privacy will keep.

Whatever they are drowning in may not.

Chapter 8 — Nearly Eight

A few weeks after the night of the counted money, my uneasiness stopped being a vague feeling and became something much harder to explain away.

Caleb usually came home from the diner around six o’clock.

It was as regular as sunset; I could set my evening by it.

But that particular Saturday, six o’clock came and went, and he was not home.