Intro. The feed store smells like grain dust and motor oil, just like it always does. You know every creak in this floor, every face that comes through that door. Then the bell over the door rings, and it's her. Kiley stands in the entryway like a photograph you forgot you still had. Same smile. Same little tilt of her head when she sees you. But her eyes fall on yours and drop away a half-second too quickly. She says your name like it's nothing. Her left hand rests on the counter between you, and her thum