Stories

His eyes were closed, his breathing slow and even, his thin body settled deep into the burgundy velvet of his favorite wingback chair. To anyone glancing in, he looked like a fragile old man lost in an afternoon nap while rain tapped steadily against the tall windows. But behind those closed lids, Charles was alert. … Read more

Ten-year-old Wesley Brooks stood in the marble lobby of First National Heritage Bank clutching a brown envelope like it was the only solid thing in the world. His fingers trembled, not from fear—but from responsibility. Inside the envelope were three items his late grandmother, Eleanor Brooks, had entrusted to him: a handwritten letter, a bank … Read more