“My brothers’ faces haunt me. I hear their children, my nieces and nephews, asking me why I came home without their daddies. I think of their wives, imagine their questions. Our parents, forever seeing the faces of their lost sons… — Kevin Wallis Copy Share Image
“He wasn’t sure why he felt so compelled to follow the singing, or why he needed to bring the foot with him, but he… — Kevin Wallis Copy Share Image
“The little girl’s face was from Will’s vilest nightmares. Cavernous mouth, distended chin, bastardized nose. The enormous, bulging eyes glared at Will, demanded he… — Kevin Wallis Copy Share Image
“My brothers’ faces haunt me. I hear their children, my nieces and nephews, asking me why I came home without their daddies. I think… — Kevin Wallis Copy Share Image
