“Go upstairs and sleep, Rachel.”

I paused at the doorway, looking back at the two of them standing together in the pale morning light streaming through the kitchen window.

Can Ethan successfully manage June’s care alone for four hours without making mistakes?

I turned toward the hallway and placed my hand on the cool wooden banister of the stairs.

My boots were still sitting by the front door, but I did not stop to take off my wool socks.

I climbed the stairs with heavy steps, pushed open the bedroom door, and pulled the black blackout shades clear to the sill.