Act I The boy in the gray suit looked too polished to be sitting on the sidewalk. His knees were pulled to his chest beneath a tailored jacket. A white collar peeked above…

Act I The golf cart hit the old man before the fairway had time to go silent. One moment, Mr. Whitmore was kneeling beside a damaged patch of turf, one gloved hand steadying…

Act I The bucket hit the marble and rolled onto its side. Only one bucket. One hollow plastic clatter cutting through the grand foyer like a cracked bell. Water spilled across the polished…

Act I The wheelchair hit the glass door before anyone in the bank remembered how to breathe. Its metal frame slammed against the entrance with a sound that cracked through the marble lobby….

Act I The cane left his hand before the lobby understood the danger. One sharp yank. A scrape of wood against marble. Then the man lost his balance. His right leg failed first,…

Act I The sound of tearing paper sliced through the school atrium like a verdict. Every student turned. In the middle of the polished marble floor, under white columns and cold morning light,…

Act I The slap cracked through the boutique like glass breaking. Every customer turned. The little girl stumbled backward, one hand flying toward her cheek, the strap of her small Gucci bag slipping…

Act I The cane struck the marble before the old man did. It scraped once, sharp and helpless, across the polished floor of the VIP lounge. Then it slipped from his hand and…

Act I Rosa hit the marble before the music stopped. Her purse slipped from her hand, bounced once beside her navy gown, and slid beneath the edge of a white floral arrangement. The…