Short Story: A Katie Christmas
by Erica Lucke Dean A light dusting of snow fell, making Cooper even more nervous as he pulled into the bank parking lot for the client appreciation holiday brunch. Maybe I should wait until after Christmas. He’d
by Erica Lucke Dean A light dusting of snow fell, making Cooper even more nervous as he pulled into the bank parking lot for the client appreciation holiday brunch. Maybe I should wait until after Christmas. He’d
by Erica Lucke Dean I stepped through the door and froze. Over the past several years, I’d spent countless hours in this place—every Tuesday night, pre-pandemic, to be precise—but suddenly, I was unsure of where