PART 1: THE EXILE’S RETURN This is the chronicle of my own coup d’état. It did not begin with a grand speech or a marching army. It began in the freezing rain, with mud seeping through the soles of my boots, as I stared through the rusted iron gates of Solstice Ridge For three generations, … Continue reading Secretly a lead detective, the mother returned from a trip to find her daughter sleeping on the kitchen floor and her husband gone.