My Mother Had Me Handcuffed at Work Over My Own Car Until the Evidence She Missed Changed Everything

about Grandma Iris in the autumn light, saying: I see what I see.

Yeah, I said. She would have.

That evening I drove home along a route that takes me past the Eno River. The water was high from recent rain, fast and dark between the trees. I pulled over for a few minutes and sat with the windows down, listening.

For the first time in longer than I could continue reading …