Act I “Sir, the line starts back there.” Maria Keene pointed toward the soaked residents waiting across the school parking lot. The storm had passed two days…

Act I “Please stay on the path.” The wealthy family was already standing between the memorial flags. Their photographer had backed onto the restricted grass, searching for…

Act I The bus braked so hard that Harold Mercer’s discount food bag swung from his lap and brushed the leg of the young man beside him….

Act I “Trash. You broke it.” The old toy had fallen less than two feet. Thirteen-year-old Ethan Rowan bent quickly to pick it up from the grass,…

Act I The relief bag was already stretched between them when sixty-eight-year-old Nora Bell tightened both hands around the strap. The distribution line had nearly reached its…

Act I “Trash. Mistakes cost money.” Marisol Vega stood beside the old wooden counter with the correct shirt held carefully in both hands. She had returned within…

Act I The wind lifted one of Jonah Reyes’s bouquets from the small table and brushed it against the white coat of the woman passing beside him….

Act I “Trash. Move your junk.” The folding chair blocked less than half the snowy walkway. Seventy-two-year-old Edith Lawson had placed it beside the door of her…

Act I Three drops fell from the freshly cleaned rug and darkened the leather of Julian Mercer’s shoes. Nadia Flores tightened her grip on the heavy roll….