The rain had been falling for six days straight when the Parker Creek dam gave way. Sarah Connor was in the middle of treating eight-year-old Ellie Matheson’s earache when her phone blared the emergency alert. The sound made both of them jump. Ellie’s mother Jennifer clutched her purse tighter to her chest. “What is it?” Jennifer asked, her voice tight with the worry that seemed to permeate everything in Millhaven these days. ...
Mai Linh’s feet pounded the cracked pavement as she wove through the chaotic streets of Saigon. The air hung heavy with exhaust fumes and the pungent aroma of fish sauce from nearby food stalls. A cacophony of honking horns and shouting vendors assaulted her ears as she dodged between sputtering scooters and precariously balanced bicycles. “Coi chừng!” she called out, narrowly avoiding collision with an elderly woman balancing twin baskets of mangoes on a shoulder pole. The woman scowled but Mai Linh was already gone, darting around the corner onto Đồng Khởi Street. ...
Eliza squinted against the glare of the afternoon sun as she pulled her rental car onto the dusty gravel driveway. The old farmhouse loomed before her, its weathered clapboards a faded gray in the harsh light. She put the car in park and sat for a moment, hands still gripping the steering wheel as she took in the overgrown yard and sagging porch. With a sigh, she grabbed her purse and stepped out into the sweltering heat. The crunch of gravel under her sensible flats seemed unnaturally loud in the still air. As she approached the house, movement caught her eye - a flash of orange darting through the tall grass beside the porch. A stray cat, no doubt. The place was probably crawling with vermin after sitting empty for so long. ...