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The morning mist hung over the deserted hillside road, leaving the cracked asphalt empty of passing cars or watching neighbors.
Evelyn Marsh set the calibrated glass pestle into the dry sink and wiped the bitter dust of crushed digoxin from her knuckles.
Celia caught Ruth folding her brother’s yellow chair into the donation pile.
Loretta slid the blade of a dull butter knife behind her own brass nameplate on the dashboard.
Fog drifted over the deserted ridge road above Saint-Martin, blurring the orchards sloping down into the damp valley.
Thin fog lay across the road above the Morel house, and Élodie stood behind Madeleine’s wheelchair with both hands on its grips while the empty fields…
Nina lifted her mother’s bronze dance shoes from the beginner basket, with their ankle straps still fastened together.
The morning fog hung motionless over the deserted ridge road above Saint-Martin, swallowing all sound of distant farm life.
"Daddy, you said I live with you!" four-year-old Toby sobbed, running down the center runner in his rumpled cream suit and bright amber bow tie, clutching…