The house at the end of Cherry Falls towers over the rest. Two stories, plus a big attic. Frankie parks against the curb across the street. Her Outback, dusty and dented, doesn't fit in with the manic...

The lamp next to my sofa flickers. I tap it with my knuckle—the flicker stops, the yellow glow returns—steady. Three days now. Three days without sleep. I run a hand through my sandy blonde hair and e...