The shoe sat on the kitchen table next to a bowl of cold coffee and a stack of unpaid bills. It was a baby shoe — or what passed for a baby shoe these days. Four millimeters of polymer and fabric, ...
Cal looked at the shoe. He looked at the bills. He looked at the coffee, which had gone cold two hours ago and now had a thin film on the surface that reflected the kitchen light like oil on water. "We're gonna need a new house," Sarah-Mae said. She was standing at the sink, washing a pot they didn't need to wash because it was clean but the act of washing it gave her something to do with her...
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