My Husband Told Me Never To Go To The House At Blue Heron Ridge Until Three Years Later

a large central island and windows that looked out over the terraced gardens. On the island was a pitcher of water, a clean glass, and a bowl of fruit. Not decaying, not dusty. Recent.

Someone had been here within the last day or two.

The thought arrived without alarm, which surprised me. I should have felt unsettled by evidence of an unknown presence continue reading …