By Tim Curran
Christina is young, pretty and very alone. Her relationships seem cursed, each one turning to slow poison. Then one perfectly ordinary day, as an act of kindness, she pulls some weeds from an old derelict grave.
Now she’s no longer alone.
For what has laid down in the cold black earth for decades has attached itself to her.
For it, she will be the perfect wife and, God help her, the perfect mother.