During A Violent Storm, A Woman Sheltered Four Wolves — By Morning, Her Home Was Unrecognizable

like a scream, then dropping to a low sustained moan that seemed to come from inside the walls rather than outside them, then rising again. After a while I gave up on reading and simply sat. The book closed in my lap.

I thought about my husband. This was not unusual—I thought about him often, in the evenings especially, when the day’s work was done continue reading …