A small footnote at the bottom of the entry gave the proposed cash purchase price: three hundred forty thousand dollars.

They hadn’t come with green bean casserole to save the family’s honor or heal old wounds.

They had come to clear the title so an option contract signed three months ago could close before December.

I stood under the yellow porch light while Knox breathed against my knee in the dark.

I held the phone close, reading Apex Development Corporation’s commercial real estate listing on the screen.

Daniel set a heavy manila folder on the oak table in his reception room before he even sat down.