Gail G. Taylor - SKYVANTARA

PART 1 The dessert plates were crystal, heavy in my hands as I lifted them from the mahogany...

PART 1 The plastic wristband on my left arm still carried a smudge of ink from the admission...

PART 1 The card reader at the grocery store beeped three times, a sharp, flat sound that made...

PART 1 The heavy metal door clicked shut with a sound that stayed in my teeth for three...

PART 1 The invitation said it was a simple dinner for two at a quiet steakhouse downtown. Arthur...

PART 1 The envelope sitting on the conference room table was thick enough to make a small hump...

PART 1 The social worker left my kitchen smelling like the lemon tea I had brewed to keep...

PART 1 My sister Linda called me cruel when I told her I could not babysit her newborn...

PART 1 My mother-in-law, Eleanor, looked me straight in the eye and told me I had forty-eight hours...

PART 1 My husband, David, told me he had to stay late at the office to finish up...