The ice clicked against crystal as Marcus poured two fingers of Johnnie Walker Black Label into matching tumblers. Outside the townhouse’s window, the Inner Harbor hummed its usual Tuesday night symphony, water taxis cutting through dark water, bass thumping from Federal Hill bars across the harbor, the neon glow of the Power Plant Live district…
Mike’s apartment looked like an outdoor adventure shop had exploded in a penthouse. “Does anyone actually know how to use this?” Dorothy held up a compass, squinting at it like it was an artifact from an ancient civilization. “You point it north,” Ben said, not looking up from where he was trying to fit his…
By the time the seventeenth postcard arrived, I was ready to lose it. “Dear Coco,” it read, in handwriting that was clearly dictated to a human. “Life on the outside is AMAZING! My new dad throws a tennis ball and I bring it back and he throws it again and I bring it back and…