Lena’s eyes turned distant. “I did. I wasn’t sure you’d come.” She didn’t say why she’d waited two years to send a message that might draw him back. Why explain the weight of absence when the river could do the speaking?
Dan found the bacon in a cardboard box at the back of his aunt’s pantry, wrapped in waxed paper the color of old coffee. It was an ordinary morning until the smell remembered him—smoke and sugar and a memory he hadn’t known he’d lost. the flow dan bacon link