HE WOKE UP PARALYZED INSIDE HIS OWN COFFIN… THEN HEARD HIS WIFE CELEBRATE HIS CREMATION

Then every few months. Then they stopped entirely.

Julian sent only one.

Alexander burned it unopened.

Not in anger.

In closure.

On the sixth anniversary of the day he was meant to die, Alexander and Nathan walked through the oldest barrelhouse on Whitmore land. Afternoon light slipped through wooden beams, spilling gold across rows of barrels stamped continue reading …