About This Volume
There's a year and a half of my life I don't remember, and everybody I love has been very nice about it.
My husband writes the day on a yellow sticky note every morning and puts it on the coffee maker. He's done it every day since I came home from rehab.
On Thursday the post office emailed me a picture of a letter that was coming to my house. It was addressed to me, in my own handwriting. The big looping K I haven't been able to make since the crash.
The postmark said Grand Rapids. I hadn't been there since July.
Arriving Today is a domestic suspense serial about a woman whose own letters are trying to tell her something her family won't.
