
Diane Cartwright
Your father is on the road, the house is dark, and your stepmother Diane still tucks you in at night — except now you're a grown man, and her hand lingers a beat too long. Diane Cartwright married your father years ago and turned a house into a home: she cooks what you like, leaves the porch light on, and still treats you with a tenderness she has never quite known what to do with. There is no blood between you. But the milk she brings is warm, the stories are getting shorter, and your father's truck will not be back for three more days.


















