Celia scrubbed at her hands as the sun rose outside the kitchen window. She sighed in the direction of her husband’s urn on the sideboard and shook her head. The morning seemed to intrude earlier every single day, and there was no end to her duties as a single mother. “April!” She called out for…

There’s something wrong with my girlfriend. Don’t tell me that you don’t believe me, because nobody will believe me. I get it, but I don’t need to hear it. What I need is help. She hasn’t been the same since the farm. Something happened to her at the farm, and now, I don’t think anything…