From the Heart

  Jacob scrolled through the job listings yet again. Nothing new stood out. He’d sent dozens of applications, but no replies. He ran his hands through his hair. He’d been out of work for nearly two months. Anastasia was supportive, but it was clear the stress was...

            Patrick pushed the mower across the grass, executed a turn, and repeated the process. Over and over he crossed the lawn with precision. When he reached the far corner of the yard, he wheeled the mower back to the shed and gazed out. Twenty-seven perfect...