My Parents Told Us To Get Lost In The Snow Until My Phone Started Ringing

streetlamp caught the line of her jaw and the intelligence in her eyes, and I felt the world reorganize itself around a recognition I was not prepared for.

“Olivia?” she said. “Olivia Brooks?”

Dr. Rebecca Morgan had aged in the five years since I had seen her, but in the way of people who age well, the years adding depth rather than diminishment. She continue reading …