Chapter 4 · free to read
Nineteen ninety-six. The year of the deed. The year she was supposed to be four hundred miles north.
He had rehearsed this confession for thirty years and it still came out in the wrong order.
He lit it anyway. He had never known how to do anything else with a debt.
Her mother's book. Thirty-one recipes, numbered. Number one was missing.
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