When the Fences Creep Inward and the Quiet Ground Gives Way to Long-Buried Grief
CHAPTER 1: THE WEIGHT OF GRAVEL “You cannot just pull into my spot, this is my space! Please move it right now!” Her fingers were locked around the top rail of the chain-link gate, white-knuckled and unyielding, while the sun reflected off the hood of my idling diesel. I didn’t turn off the engine. The…