The Cold Geometry of a Suburban Line Drawn in Blood and Shredded Petals
CHAPTER 1: THE WEIGHT OF CUT STEMS “This garden isn’t yours, the rules say it’s shared property.” The voice carries the dry, clipped snap of a plastic binder shutting. Evelyn Thorne doesn’t cut the throttle of the yellow push mower. She lets the engine idle, a low, wet mechanical vibration that shakes the dead grass…