From the Heart

            Soft footsteps padded into the kitchen. Jenna glanced up to see her six-year-old approaching. She scooted her chair back from the table and Benji climbed into her lap. Jenna breathed in his little boy scent and held him close. “You’re up early.”...

Jared unloaded the car of the few boxes he’d brought ahead of the moving truck. He strolled through each room. The house was larger than he remembered, but perhaps that was simply because the last time they were here, it contained the previous occupants’ furniture. He...