Road to Boston

1. The LeavingThe corn was high in August, and the Wilds farm sat in it like a secret kept too long.Martha Wilds stood on the porch with her arms crossed, watching her daughters load a single duffel bag into the back of the Abrams' station wagon. The bag was small. Too small for two young women setting off to make their fortune. But then, Martha had learned not to question what her daughters needed anymore.Ten years. Ten years of waking every morning and walking to the ruins of the Starlight Club, hoping. Ten years of her husband Thomas pretending he'd accepted their deaths while keeping their bedroom exactly as they'd left it. Ten years of grief so familiar it had become furniture in her mind—something she moved around without seeing.And then, two weeks ago, the tornado.She still couldn't think about it directly. The way the sky had turned the color of a bruise. The…