It was a light that shone over our faces, our wounds and scars. It was a light so brilliant and white it could have been beamed from heaven, and Brian and I could have been angels, basking in it. But… — Scott Heim Copy Share Image
“Somewhere, in some shadowy bedroom of a leaf-strewn town, a father bolts the door to a child's room, then steps closer to the bed.… — Scott Heim Copy Share Image
It was a light that shone over our faces, our wounds and scars. It was a light so brilliant and white it could have… — Scott Heim Copy Share Image
“A woman gasped. Through the open door I could see a sliver of carolers, some faces peering inside at the scattered tatters of money,… — Scott Heim Copy Share Image
The room was darker and smelled of evergreen, as though my mother had been dreaming of trees. — Scott Heim Copy Share Image
I've always been fascinated, obsessed even, with books and TV shows about unsolved murders, cold cases, forensic science, mysteries, and so on. Many times… — Scott Heim Copy Share Image
