THERE IS NO TIME FOR GRIEF

I hadn’t slept in two days. I got to work at ten in the morning, drove home at about three in the afternoon. I drove to Vail’s home, parked on her driveway. I watched her house for a while before giving her a call. No one answered her phone, so I called the receptionist. “Hello?” “Hi.” “Dean?” “Who else would …

LETTER FROM THE RECEPTIONIST TO SAY GOODBYE

I know I’ve never written to you before. You know I’m not a writer. I could be a lot of things (and you would’ve realised that firsthand, hehe) but I’m definitely not a writer. How are you? How have you been? I know I asked you this the last time I saw you but no one ever says how they …