Ginny hands out the big homemade cookies, each one sealed in a plastic baggie. “My mom’s recipe. We can sell them door-to-door.” She’s brought along samples, one for each kid on the committee. Then she looks at me and frowns. “Sorry, Hunter. I should have brought an extra one for you.” “That’s okay,” I say….

“Mom, please, I’ve never been inside a fire scene,” Jonah whined. “And you’re not getting into this one,” Carol said flatly. They were standing in front of a small bungalow on Beaverton’s north side. The charred walls were still standing, but the fire had been intense enough to kill the home’s single resident, a pretty,…

It was a warm Saturday afternoon, and Jonah was on his skateboard, negotiating the curvy sidewalk along River Road. That’s when he almost hit the lemonade stand. He saw it just in time, swerving, then tumbling onto a brand-new lawn in front of a brand-new house. “Are you okay?” asked Denny. Denny was Sally Smith’s…