Timmault looked at the frail old woman standing before him in the foyer of the rectory. Her thin lips quivered under her nose. She was...

A picture of him and his father, Luke, lay on the seat of the pickup when he returned for his bag. It must have fallen from the visor,...

Timmault would have stayed. He would have played with his friends, eaten the cake, and opened his presents. He didn’t care about any of...