Dining with the Devil

Dawn broke. Sunlight bled over the horizon, painting the Brooklyn streets in pale gold. Nora sat on her front steps. The cold concrete bit through her thin jeans. She wrapped her arms around her knees, staring down the empty sidewalk. No Caleb. She waited for hours. She kept her eyes fixed on the corner, praying her brother would appear. Praying he would turn onto their street, shoulders hunched,