there’s always someone

What has Aaron heard about me? What have they been telling him? There is that feeling when your own story is out of your hands. someone else is making

from Ill Will by Dan Chaon

This little island that I’d built for myself, this family that had seemed so safe and stable, was dissipating beneath my feet. I watched as Aaron forked noodles into...

from Ill Will by Dan Chaon

I nodded. We walked through these steps nearly every time we went over his “case,” and sometimes he repeated himself almost word for word. It was like a zoo...

from Ill Will by Dan Chaon