Three major fires were burning in the area: the Old Trails Fire — which broke out Saturday — the Fairview Fire, and the Autumn Lane Fire, which now also includes what had been known as the Meadowview Fire. The state has issued air quality warnings.

The blazes sent a plume of smoke billowing over the region, and some 12 square miles of terrain had been burned as of Sunday evening around Spokane, Washington's second-largest city. There was no containment reported by fire officials.

They said on social media that, "Cooler temperatures are expected Monday and Tuesday with a warming trend building into the area Wednesday through Friday as temperatures will rise into the mid to high-90's with relative humidity in the lower teens."

Fifteen major fires were burning across the state on Sunday, scorching more than 250,000 acres, Washington Public Lands Commissioner Dave Upthegrove said at a news conference. Some 4,000 people were involved in firefighting efforts in the state, Upthegrove said.

"This is an extraordinary fire season in the Pacific Northwest," he said.

Benjamin Cossel, a spokesperson for the California Interagency Incident Management Team 7, which is in Washington to help with the fires, told CBS News the main priority is the Autumn Lane Fire. "It has the most potential to just kind of get out and go wild, like, truly go wild," he said.

Forward progress of the Fairview Fire had stopped as of Sunday night and, while the Old Trail Fire was still active, the "major danger" had passed, Cossel said. But he cautioned that the weather in the coming days could be a "recipe for extreme fire behavior."

Cossel said the damage from the fires could be catastrophic.

"What we're hearing, kind of, you know, at scale, is this is at the same level of a Altadena Eaton Fire or a Palisades sort of event," he said, referencing the devastating wildfires that tore through the Los Angeles area last year. "We know we have more than 600 structures that have been destroyed, and we're very certain that that number will increase as firefighters are able to get into areas that they couldn't get into before because it was just too hot." 

Cossel said it was unclear as of Sunday night how many of those structures were homes, but said he believed whole communities and neighborhoods have been destroyed.

Orange and red flames were visible from the highway as cars lined the roads while people fled their homes. No deaths have yet been reported from the fires in the Spokane area, but Brown said Sunday, "We are still assessing the potential for lives to be lost."

"We urge residents of Spokane to heed evacuation orders and to stay alert to changing conditions and evacuations as they are rapidly changing," said Courtney James, spokesperson for the Washington State Department of Natural Resources.

The cause of the blaze is under investigation.

"There are just so many Washingtonians who have literally lost everything in a very, very short period of time," Washington Gov. Bob Ferguson said at a Sunday news conference. "Just in a matter of hours, their lives changed in deeply dramatic and fundamental ways. And so it's difficult to find words when folks have experienced a loss like that."

Ferguson stressed: "We're here for the long haul."

Power company Avista said it had implemented public safety shutoffs in the area due to elevated fire risk, but those had been restored by Sunday. Many others, however, remained without power due to the blazes. Avista CEO Heather Rosentrater said Sunday the company's utility crews were still unable to access many of the affected areas due to the ongoing blazes and evacuation orders.

A little over 10,000 customers were still without power as of Sunday evening, Rosentrater said. At the peak of the outages, more than 30,000 were without power, she said. She warned that others could lose power during peak energy hours due to diminished capacity.

Rosentrater said she does not believe the company's facilities were involved in the ignition of any of the fires in the Spokane area.

Ferguson declared a state of emergency Saturday after unusually high temperatures and high winds exacerbated record wildfires across the state.

"Things are extremely dynamic, especially in Spokane," Ferguson said during a press conference on Saturday.

The Federal Emergency Management Agency said Sunday it had authorized federal funds to help fight the Sinlahekin Fire, Fairview Fire and Autumn Lane Fire.

Ferguson said Sunday he had spoken with President Trump and Department of Homeland Security Secretary Markwayne Mullin and they "will be working together on additional requests for federal assistance."

"I deeply appreciate the President taking time to have this conversation, and I am optimistic we will receive a quick approval for our request for a federal emergency declaration," Ferguson said.

Ferguson again expressed optimism during a Sunday news conference that additional requests for federal funding would be granted, citing recent approvals for flooding in the state, but noted that long-term relief will take more time.

Rep. Michael Baumgartner, who represents Washington's 5th Congressional District, said Sunday, "It doesn't look like the weather is getting much better for the next few days. Everyone needs to stay alert."

Because of that threat, Monday will be a First Alert Weather Day.

An increasingly humid airmass has settled into the Tri-State Area and will set the stage for rounds of heavy rain and storms Sunday night through Monday. Overnight lows will not get much lower than the mid 70s.

The tropical airmass in place will allow for prolific rates of rainfall, 1-2 inches per hour, at times. Rainfall rates like that could certainly lead to flash flooding, especially in northeastern New Jersey, which was pummeled last week by floods.

A Flood Watch in place for northern and central portions of New Jersey through 11 p.m. Monday.

The New York City Emergency Management Department says it has activated the city's Flash Flood Emergency Plan, which includes advanced inspecting and clearing of catch basins in flood-prone areas. Task forces are also on alert to respond to fallen trees and stranded vehicles.  

A general 1-3-inch rainfall is expected across the area, with isolated higher totals likely.

Severe thunderstorms are possible as well, although the likelihood of them forming is not terribly high. The greatest hazards associated with any storms that develop would be torrential downpours and damaging winds.

A High Surf Advisory has been issued for all ocean beaches in New York for Monday. Waves could reach as high as 9 feet. A High Rip Current Risk is also in effect for all ocean beaches across the area through Monday.

Highs on Monday will be kept down by all the clouds and rain, only reaching the low 80s in most locations.

By Monday night, the rain and storm threat should come to an end. That will lay the foundation for a beautiful day on Tuesday, featuring more sunshine and a slight drop in humidity levels.

Storm chances and high humidity levels will then climb again for the rest of the week.

At Willowbrook Mall in Wayne, the parking spots closest to mall entrances are now "Preferred Paid Parking" spots. Parking in those spots will cost shoppers $2.45 for the first hour and $2 per hour after that.

There are still plenty of free parking spots available in the lots.

According to signs posted in the parking lot, 10% of Willowbrook Mall's net proceeds from each Preferred Paid Parking payment will be donated to the charitable organization Child Focus, Inc.

CBS News New York reached out to Willowbrook Mall management for comment about the new paid spots and has not yet heard back.

Some who spoke to CBS News New York say the extra cost is worth the convenience. Crista Ardito was visiting the mall to go to a restaurant with a friend and said they were willing to pay $4.45 for two hours.

"We're both lazy, and we're both hungry," she said.

Others feel charging for the closest parking spaces sends the wrong message, arguing the mall is asking customers to pay even more after they've already come to spend money inside.

"It's ridiculous. Why should I have to pay to park?" one shopper said. "I'm going to use all the services in this mall, and they want me to pay more to park there? It's ridiculous."

"To pay for a parking spot just seems very odd. It's not like I'm getting my quarter back when I put the quarter in the cart," shopper Stephen Richards said.

"In this economy, you want people to pay extra? It's a lot," Wayne resident Jean Rocha said.

Some shoppers say it should be seasonal or come with a local discount.

"I feel it will probably help us out during the holiday season, but it should just be for the holiday season," one shopper said. "As for residents, I feel like, if they're going to keep it, at least for the holidays, like lower the prices just a little bit."

Federico Perez Polanco will be charged with first-degree murder in connection with a shooting on the 1400 block of North 5th Street in Reading around 3:40 a.m. that left a 32-year-old man dead. 

The 32-year-old man was shot multiple times and pronounced dead by medics who responded to the scene, police said. 

Police said Polanco fled to New Jersey after the shooting and booked a flight to the Dominican Republic scheduled to depart Sunday night. Several law enforcement agencies, including the U.S. Marshals Service, Homeland Security Investigations and the Transportation Security Administration, took Polanco into custody at the airport. He's currently awaiting extradition to Pennsylvania.

"I want to thank the members of the Reading Police Department and all of our law enforcement partners for their quick and coordinated efforts to locate and apprehend the suspect," Reading Mayor Eddie Morán said in a statement. "While today's arrest is an important step toward justice, our hearts remain with the victim's family and loved ones as they cope with this unimaginable loss. They are in our thoughts during this difficult time."

Anyone with information about the fatal shooting is asked to contact the Reading Police Department.

Linda Wolff, 72, says the incident unfolded Thursday when masked ICE agents were trying to get their disabled vehicle towed in Inwood. She says she joined demonstrators, screaming at the agents to leave the neighborhood.

"I said to the tow truck driver, 'You know, you should be ashamed of yourself, working for ICE,' and he got crazy," Wolff said. "The ICE guys came over, and they just Maced me."

Video shows Wolff on the sidewalk, filming the agents with her phone, as an agent approaches her and sprays pepper spray toward her head.

In the video Wolff filmed herself, an agent tells her to back up, then sprays her with the pepper spray at close range.

Wolff can later be heard saying, "Well, you just Maced me."

"I'm gonna do it again," the agent responds.

A Department of Homeland Security spokesperson told CBS News New York in a statement, in part: "At the time in question, a group of individuals swarmed, became combative and verbally assaultive, and refused to move out of the way, in an effort to obstruct law enforcement, a federal crime. Law enforcement provided ample notice to these individuals to clear the street and used appropriate measures."  

Days later, Wolff says she's still recovering from the effects of the pepper spray.

"My eyes, they're burning, and so they're very sensitive to the light," she said.

Wolff tells us she is now pursuing legal action.

"It's in the Constitution," she said. "I can stand on the sidewalk and protest."

"You do have a legal, constitutional right to film federal officers, especially in public spaces like that," public interest attorney Kaivan Shroff said. "You don't have the right to interfere or obstruct a law enforcement action. It's very clear she wasn't doing that from the video."

Despite the fallout from the incident, she says she has no plans on slowing down her work of protesting and exercising her First Amendment right.

Twin Falls Police Chief Matthew Hicks said Sunday the shooter died from a self-inflicted gunshot wound, identifying him as 24-year-old Chad Williams. Hicks said police are working to determine Williams' motivations that led to the shooting and that his family is cooperating with law enforcement.

"Their hearts are also broken," he added.

Investigators said they are confident the suspect acted alone.

The situation unfolded before 2:30 p.m. local time. Social media video obtained by CBS News shows people fleeing a shopping center parking lot as multiple gunshots are heard. In the video, a person carrying what appeared to be a firearm could be seen outside the restaurant opening the doors to a parked sedan.

"First responders faced what was described as one of the most chaotic instances a law enforcement officer can face in their career," Hicks told reporters on Sunday.

The police chief said an off-duty police officer and a civilian engaged Williams and returned gunfire.

"We believe their actions drove the suspect from the scene, preventing further casualties," Hicks added.

Two of the people injured were treated and released at St. Luke's Magic Valley Medical Center, according to the police chief. Two people remain in critical condition, and three others are considered to be in stable condition. Hicks warned that these numbers are "preliminary" and may be updated.

In-N-Out President Lynsi Snyder said in a statement that a female employee was among the dead. Snyder did not identify the employee, but said she was "taking care of our most important asset — our Customers" at the time of the shooting.

Twin Falls resident Haley Dodaro, 43, and her mother were at In-N-Out for lunch Saturday afternoon. She told the AP that while waiting in the drive-thru line, they saw people running across the road and workers bolting out of the restaurant. At first, Dodaro thought there might have been a fire, but then a man directing traffic in a reflective vest said there was a shooter.

"So that's when we knew there was a shooting. People were running out crying and screaming. It was very scary," Dodaro said in a text message to the AP.  An FBI spokesperson told CBS News that its agents were on scene and assisting with the investigation. 

Snyder said her heart "goes out" to those affected by the shooting, including witnesses to the "traumatic event." 

"We will stand together, and we will do everything we can to learn from this situation," Snyder wrote. 

Twin Falls is located in southern Idaho, about 120 miles southeast of Boise. 

Peralta, a two-time All-Star who can become a free agent this fall, has been a disappointment for the Mets after they acquired him from Milwaukee in a January trade.

"He gave us everything that he had, stepped out on the mound every single day and competed," interim Mets manager Andy Green said. "I know he wanted better results. And I think when we struck the deal to get him, we were all hoping for a different set of circumstances on this day than what we're looking at."

Green said Peralta was informed of the trade during the early innings of a 2-0 loss to the Miami Marlins that dropped the Mets to 47-66 — their worst record through 113 games since 2003, the last time New York finished last in the NL East.

But Peralta could help a strong pitching staff with the Rays, who began the day with the best record in the American League at 65-45 and a 3 1/2-game lead in the AL East over the New York Yankees.

"Freddy is a proven major league starter with high-stakes experience and a strong track record," Rays President of Baseball Operations Erik Neander said in a statement. "Adding a pitcher and competitor of his caliber strengthens our team as we push forward."

The last-place Mets received outfielder Aidan Smith, infielder Émilien Pitre and right-hander Gary Gill Hill in exchange for Peralta. Pitre was a second-round pick of Tampa Bay in the 2024 draft while Hill was a sixth-round pick in 2022. Smith was picked in the fourth round of the 2023 draft by the Seattle Mariners, who sent him the Rays in the Randy Arozarena trade in July 2024.

The move came a day before baseball's trade deadline at 6 p.m. EDT on Monday, and hours after the Los Angeles Dodgers landed the biggest prize on the market, ace pitcher Tarik Skubal, in a deal with the Detroit Tigers.

Before joining the Mets last offseason, Peralta went 17-6 with a 2.70 ERA over 33 starts in 2025. He led the National League in wins, finished fifth in Cy Young Award voting and helped the Brewers win their third straight NL Central crown.

With the Rays, the 30-year-old right-hander joins a rotation headed by All-Stars Drew Rasmussen and Nick Martinez. Left-hander Shane McClanahan, an All-Star in 2022 and 2023, is 9-6 with a 3.09 ERA in 20 starts but was placed on the 15-day injured list Friday with mid-back tightness on his left side.

Last winter, New York sent youngsters Brandon Sproat and Jett Williams to the Brewers for Peralta and right-hander Tobias Myers, giving up a pair of players rated among the game's top 100 prospects in the anticipation Peralta would be the frontline starter the team needed.

Instead, he went 5-9 with a 4.99 ERA in 22 starts and failed to complete five innings in four of his last five outings for the Mets.

"I know he's disappointed by it," Green said. "He came here to anchor a rotation and felt the weight of that. I know from talking to him he certainly doesn't feel like it went the way that he thought it would."

He was 5-5 with a 3.90 ERA after beating Atlanta 8-1 on June 14, but is 0-4 with a 7.93 ERA in his past seven starts, including a June 20 dud when he allowed 10 runs and 10 hits over 2 2/3 innings at Philadelphia.

"I know that so far I let them down," Peralta said late last month. "I haven't (done) what I was supposed to do."

Peralta becomes the latest pitcher traded away by the high-priced Mets, who are selling off assets for young prospects after beginning a miserable 2026 season with World Series aspirations.

"I think where we are today screams that we're all wishing we were in a different spot," said Green, who began the season as the Mets' vice president of player development before moving into the manager's chair following the firing of Carlos Mendoza on June 26.

They sent David Peterson to the Chicago Cubs for minor league infielder Cole Mathis one day before Mendoza's dismissal and reliever A.J. Minter to Minnesota for minor league infielders Bruin Agbayani and Billy Amick last Friday.

Peterson and Minter are eligible for free agency after this season as well. New York also is expected to move pitcher Clay Holmes, reliever Brooks Raley and outfielder Tyrone Taylor before Monday's deadline — and possibly players such as relievers Huascar Brazobán and Luke Weaver, each of whom are under team control next year.

Holmes, who broke his right fibula on May 15, made a rehab start for Single-A Brooklyn Sunday, when he allowed four runs in 5 1/3 innings. Raley, Weaver and Brazobán all threw a hitless inning of relief while Taylor pinch-ran in the ninth inning.

"Those guys were all healthy, rested, available, good to go," Green said. "So we felt comfortable letting them do what they do during a baseball season."

To open a spot for Peralta on the 40-man roster, Rays outfielder Jake Fraley (hernia) was transferred to the 60-day injured list.

New York got 3 1/3 scoreless innings from relievers Brent Headrick, Paul Blackburn and David Bednar to take two of three at Wrigley Field.

Seiya Suzuki finished with two hits for Chicago, including a double. Michael Busch had an RBI.

Cole (5-5) yielded one run on four hits in his 13th start since coming back from Tommy John surgery. The right-hander struck out five and walked three, but needed a lift from the bullpen.

Headrick relieved Cole with the bases loaded and two outs in the sixth, and got Nico Hoerner to fly out. He struck out the side in the seventh.

David Bednar entered with two outs in the eighth, and got Ian Happ to fly out with runners on second and third. Bednar worked around a walk in the ninth for his 24th save.

Colin Rea (8-8) allowed two runs on three hits. He struck out seven, including first five Yankees hitters, and walked one.

Caballero, who added a single, ended an 18-game drought without going deep. He lined a 408-foot drive against the wind to left-center in the third to give New York a 2-0 lead,

Suzuki led off the fourth with a double, then scored on Busch's single to cut it to 2-1.

Up next

Cubs: LHP Matthew Boyd (6-1, 3.141 ERA) gets the start as Chicago begins a three-game set against the Dodgers Monday. Los Angeles has not named a starter.

Yankees: RHP Cam Schlittler (10-6, 2.04) starts against Cardinals RHP Michael McGreevy (4-9, 3.57) on Monday in New York.

Police say just before 3:45 a.m. Saturday, officers responded to calls for a woman in distress at a home on 64th Street between 16th and 17th avenues in Borough Park.

We're told when they went inside, they found a 40-year-old woman unconscious and unresponsive in the basement apartment. Police say she was pronounced dead at the scene.

The medical examiner is now working to determine exactly how she died. Investigators have yet to say whether they believe foul play was involved or if this will be officially ruled a homicide. An NYPD Crime Scene Unit van was seen parked near the home Sunday.

Police have not released the woman's identity as they work to notify her family.

Neighbors say they are disturbed after learning what happened.

"She's a very young lady, and it's sad to hear that someone passed away," neighbor Olga Burke said.

One woman, who did not want to be identified, said she didn't hear any commotion on Friday night or Saturday morning, but she said sometimes the tenants who live there are loud at night.

"Like even 9 o'clock, 10 o'clock, they have music on and they have a lot of people," she said.

One man said he did hear a lot of arguing and yelling the night the woman died.

"There were people right there, [going] wah, wah, wah," he said.

The investigation is ongoing.

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From the publisher: Emily is unmoored as a new mother in Manhattan—exhausted, broke, and slipping away from her well-meaning husband. She becomes fixated on finding the one person who ever truly understood her: her college roommate, Daisy. Cool, poetry-reading Daisy, who vanished years ago after she took a job dancing at a strip club off campus.

In her desperate search, Emily tumbles from new-mom message boards into a world of sex work, secrets, and a high-end escort service for global billionaires, hitting one dead end after another. Until the unthinkable happens: Daisy suddenly reappears.

Daisy infuses Emily's life with newfound purpose and community as the two launch a new mothers' group in a vacant luxury skyscraper. But the joy of their reunion soon fades, revealing deep, unsettling cracks in their relationship. Is Daisy the key to Emily's happiness, or is she unraveling her world? And where has Daisy really been all these years?

Amy Chozick lives in Los Angeles.

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Martha's Vineyard, 1923

The sea was the gift that kept on giving to Lena Jameson's father, Earl, a fisherman turned successful rumrunner who built up a small fortune smuggling liquor from offshore ships to thirsty customers back on the island. But when Earl and his entire crew are lost in a mysterious shipwreck that some whisper was no accident, his loved ones are left reeling and penniless—and Lena, who'd been on the cusp of a college career in Boston, sees her future slipping away.

Desperate to save her family as well as her own hopes of escaping their small town, Lena decides to take over Earl's rum-running business. For a crew, she ropes in Walter, her roguish big brother who leans too hard on the bottle; Sam, her steadfast local boyfriend who wants to keep her tethered to shore; and Dee, a glamorous young woman from Boston who is summering in the Vineyard and offers Lena a glimpse of the future that she still wants for herself—and who's keeping her own explosive secret.

The foursome embarks on a journey from the quaint, colorful streets of Oak Bluffs through gangland Boston to the jazz-filled clubs of Harlem during its Renaissance, all in search of quick money—and the truth about the shipwreck. But as buried secrets rise to the surface and the temptations of the glittering underworld pull Lena in deeper, everything she's fought to protect soon hangs in the balance: her heart, her family, and her place in a world that's quick to condemn women who dare to want more.

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From the publisher: Set in a fictional country in the present day, this is a story told through the eyes of an ex-military dog, Etna. After surviving years of a devastating war, Etna decides one night to leave the men he has fought alongside for years and return home—to the place where he was taken from when he was young, in the thin but persistent hope that if a home exists for him, it might be there.

Thus begins an exhilarating odyssey told through the eyes of a dog as he traverses across ruined landscapes and fights to survive in a world that, even in peacetime, proves to be just as precarious. Along the way, he encounters other animals and humans who are attempting to figure out how to start again. What makes a life when there is no home to go back to? How do we begin to trust each other again after such profound loss?

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IT DIDN'T TAKE MUCH to win over the Juju Bean moms. The facility was so plush, the childcare staff so overqualified and attentive, the organic diaper stash so plentiful, twenty minutes in and they were sold. By the end of week one, Sloane was saying "mommy" in two languages and had baked dairy‑free crème brûlée.

When Olivia picked Zoe and Chloe up, they were in embroidered onesies from that company that makes three‑hundred‑dollar cash-mere sweaters with feminist slogans.

I am not the kind of person who is into resistance cashmere, but Olivia clearly is, and that is the thing about 527 Park. Whatever kind of mom you are, we got you.

Daisy's condo, Apartment 8789, serves as our hub. The place where we check in each morning to get the day's affirmations. Daisy asked me to make a few remarks to welcome everyone. I moved to New York to do open mics, but I don't really do public speaking. I become cripplingly shy. But my glitchy postpartum brain is desperate to perform. To write poetry. For all the women looking up at me to think of me not as a crying heap on a toilet whose baby never latched but as someone who found meaning in all of our daily banalities. Someone to follow into the abyss.    

Daisy appears behind me in a caftan, the silk enveloping her entirely, making her somehow look like a Saudi wife and a nudist. We check each other's breath. Hers is like warm mint and ten hours of sleep. Mine is . . . not great. She takes her spearmint gum out and puts it in my mouth. She gives me a nudge. A jolt at her fingertips on my skin. I look at her. If Daisy thought I could do it, then I could do it.

I recite a couple of affirmations, sticking to safe clichés at first. ("I am allowed to ask for help . . ." "I can miss who I was and still love who I am becoming . . ." "Motherhood didn't erase me. It expanded me.") The moms repeat the phrases halfheartedly.

Daisy has none of my hesitation. She has this ability to give herself entirely to the room. The muscle memory of a life spent exposed. As soon as she lifted a hand and spoke, whatever reservations some of the women had, whatever knot in the gut that said something didn't add up about this whole thing, melted away. By now, I'd heard her pitch a dozen times. It never got old.

"The sexual revolution was a fraud, perpetrated by men who wanted sex without consequences, dual incomes, and dinner on the table. We're a generation of women who watched our mothers try to be men. We're here to tell you it's a con. We were told to hustle. Well, you did. Poured your souls into LinkedIn profiles. Blink—your a** is thirty‑five and still too broke to procreate. You want to keep buying into their bull****? Or you want to burn it down? Say it with me."

Daisy looks out, her eyes spending time on each one of us, every type of mom, the full multiethnic spread of a Central Park playground on a September day, and we all repeat in unison, "To everything I've lost, thank you for setting me free."

The moms are all rapt. Daisy could say anything. Tell us to bathe in pesticides, microwave our Gerber baby oatmeal, breastfeed the devil, we'd do it. By then, nobody hesitates about signing the NDAs—that only adds to the sense that we get to be there at the beginning of a great experiment. We are the chosen people, creating a community based on compassion. Down there? They bleed us dry. Up here? We take something back. We just can't tell anyone about it, not yet.    

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Chapter 1

Oak Bluffs—­Martha's Vineyard, MA—­May 1923

The house had space enough to hide things. Whether that was the cottage's finest quality or its most scandalous flaw was a question for another season. But with the late spring sunlight peeking into every crevice, lighting up the shadowy corners, Lena Jameson had only one question: Where had her father hidden the hooch?

Earl should've been back from his rum run before dawn, but the parlor's grandfather clock had just chimed out half past eleven and he was nowhere to be found. His lateness thwarted Lena's carefully laid scheme to meet him at the door with a plateful of fresh-­baked cinnamon buns to bait the hook for all her asks and aspirations. And with the day slipping away, she had places to be. So in Earl's absence, she decided to settle for his ­liquor.

Every few weeks, all over the house, in the strangest of places, Lena would find bottles: a jug of Caribbean rum in the linen closet at the bottom of a basket of towels, some port wine under the floorboards in an upstairs bedroom, or a slim case of conveniently sized vodka flasks slid behind the wicker couch on the front porch. Her father's stash was as far flung as it was lightly concealed, and the hiding spots moved, but only for Lena's amusement. Earl didn't mean to keep the liquor from her, now she was grown—­he was just playing an old game. When she was young, it had been seashells with intricate grooves and ancient-­looking insides, or bite-­size pieces of vanilla saltwater taffy stashed around the house, always with the promise that Lena could keep whatever she found. Now, his bootlegging operation was the worst-­kept secret in Oak Bluffs, and though he never involved Lena in the business, he didn't begrudge her a drink—­she was twenty-three years old, after all. She knew the ill-­gotten liquor was around, the thrill was in discovering it—­small thrill though it was. It was the most she could hope for in the sweet, stifling beach town she called home.

But the summer of 1923 would be Lena's last in Oak Bluffs, so help her, or she'd lose her mind. There, her every spare moment was spoken for, and between frying up fish and seasoned potatoes at her family's nearly deserted restaurant and helping her mother keep house and look after all the siblings, she'd had more than her fill of days tending to everyone else's needs. On that breezy, clear morning in late May, the key to her escape was tucked into the pocket of her loose-­fitting peach-­toned day dress, but it'd do her no good until she got her hands on the means to use it.

As she crept through the rooms of the lavender-­shingled Highlands Victorian her family had moved into last year, peering behind every couch and chair, rifling through each cabinet in search of drinks worthy of a sunset beach party, Lena shook her head—­the house really was too big. With three floors, seven bedrooms, and a wraparound porch, it was an airy behemoth boasting much more space than the family could ever use, and there'd been no good reason for the move beyond puffing up her father's considerable pride in being able to buy the place. Scanning the living room, Lena's eye landed on the bench in front of the polished mahogany baby grand piano the twins used for their lessons. She rushed over and pulled the bench toward her, and as it scraped across the floor, she heard something heavy roll inside, and then a telltale clink—­thick-blown glass hitting glass, with liquid goodness sloshing around inside. She opened the bench, shoved aside the sheet music, and grinned as she uncovered two pristine bottles of single-­malt whiskey. Not a second later, she heard her mother huff.

"A little early for that, isn't it?" Sarah Jameson stood in the doorway looking prim, her graying black hair pulled up and away from her deep brown face and piled loosely onto a bouffant. Lena sat back on her heels. Anytime her father was out of earshot, her mother would start in grumbling. Bad enough everyone knew Earl had swept them into this colossal new house on the tide of his bootlegging profits, she'd say. Did he have to leave contraband everywhere as a constant reminder on top of it? As Lena lifted the bottles out of the bench, Sarah frowned.

"Your father oughta be ashamed of himself, letting you dip into all this nonsense. And for what?" she asked. "Maybe a dry party would do you all some good—­Prohibition's not going anywhere, you know, so you might as well go on and get used to it."

She wasn't wrong. Three years into Prohibition, people had sized up the constraints of the new world, and had made their adjustments. Some, like Sarah, gave up liquor just as the good Lord, the 18th Amendment, and Mr. Andrew Volstead intended. For the less virtuous, like Lena, there were workarounds—­hidden flasks of hooch from years past, bootleg bottles rolling in along the shore, or freshly distilled liquor from the folks who took the new laws as a chance to get creative. And then there were men like Earl. Men who heard "crime" but saw only cash, and had the gumption to change their ships' courses; fisherman or bootlegger, the goods all came from the same sea.

"No need to get used to anything, Mama—­I've got what I need," Lena said. "Besides, you always say it's not mannerly to show up to a party empty-­handed."

Sarah sucked her teeth, but a small smile played at the corners of her mouth. "Ha! I wish you took half as much heed to everything else I tell you," she said. "Why don't you cook something instead, put in a little effort for the guests?"

"Since you mention it, I'm headed to the Clam Shack right now to whip something up," Lena said. "See? I take a little from Daddy, and a little from you."

Sarah smiled and nodded her head, seemingly satisfied. "What's the excuse for a party this time?"

It'd be a going-­away party, if Lena got her way. In her pocket, a slim envelope from Boston University held a letter of acceptance, and all her hopes with it. She'd hardly expected to get in, especially as old as she was. But by some miracle she'd made the cut. More than that, the family finally had enough money to send her, and with the twins getting older, she wouldn't be needed so much at home. The timing was ideal, and—­to Lena's mind—­overdue.

Three years into a decade that seemed to promise nothing but novelty, so far Lena had missed the boat. Change had bubbled up all over the country after the war, and everyone else in her family had snatched some of the newness for themselves: a profitable—­and prohibited—­new gig for Earl and her big brother, Walter, and a grand new house to please Mama and delight Nettie and Louis, her decade-­younger matched set of twin siblings. Lena should've had the world at her feet—­the 19th Amendment claimed a young woman like her could be anything she wanted, or at least choose the governing men who'd tell her what she could be. But in her hometown, she walked a thin line between being sheltered and being burdened—­the same family that covered and protected her bore down heavy on her freedom, and even the love of a good man sometimes felt like just another link in the chain holding her at bay. She'd missed her chance to get off this island once before, and she refused to let it pass her by again.    

Excerpted from Runner by Ashton Lattimore. Copyright © 2026 by Ashton Lattimore. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.  

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Look! See the dogs . . .

I was born near water.

I was born on a farm where many other dogs and other animals were born and cared for and lived.

I would never learn what the farm was intending to do with me.

Maybe nothing at all. Maybe I was supposed to grow old there.

Or maybe I was always supposed to leave. To go work somewhere else and be with a new family.

But it was home to me. My mother was there. My brothers and my sisters. An early memory: waking up to a den of pale noses surrounding me before our mother came, the silhouette of her face looming over us in the sky, the tall triangles of her ears pocketing the smell of the coast.

Every day there was sand floating in daylight and the salt on our tongues. The sea wind over grass. The barn eaves where hornets made nests that resembled the empty shells of turtles hanging up there heavy in the wind.

The cloven hooves of goats and the enormous sleepy pig who never wanted to play with us.

And the birds. Birds everywhere. Their bright feathers and their music. Their shadows and all their s***, which I loved to eat.

I loved, too, listening to the farm owners talking to each other. I liked the softness of their two voices. The woman often speaking through strands of her hair. The way the man rubbed his finger over a button on his shirt when he was preoccupied or nervous. The way they both said weather and child and bucket and feed and bed and leak in the roof and don't forget about the dogs and beautiful and happy birthday and see you soon, I love you.

Then there was a day when their voices changed. It reminded me of when the man told the woman that his father had died. There was more silence and space between them, and when they spoke, it was about people fighting along a far border.

As the days went on, the farm owners kept talking about it. Whispering outside as they went to fill our water bowls, to feed the animals. About the country next to this one and then about other countries coming here, too, to help, to fight.

And then one day, not long after, a young woman arrived. She was alone and driving a pickup truck. When she got out, we saw that she was in a uniform. She took off her hat, revealing the long braid of her hair down her back as she approached the couple and said that she was hoping to find dogs to join up with and assist the armies arriving from North America and Europe.

I pretended not to notice her. I stayed close to my mother, who stood tall in the grass, our ears following the humans. I held the sounds of the words join up and armies and North America and Europe. I listened to the fabric of the young woman's uniform moving across her thighs as she walked around, the leafy smell of the back of her neck suddenly everywhere in the air, pushing away the floating particles of sand.

The pig sleeping. My mother's ears going stiff, and then her heart beating faster. The air inside that empty turtle shell above me vibrating as three shadows rushed across the grass. The woman scooped me up, and suddenly I was in the air and leaving, my mother barking and following until she couldn't follow us anymore.

Later, as we were speeding down a country road, the woman would say that she chose me because she could tell I would grow to be very fast and strong. I was sitting with her up in the front. A rifle was leaning upright between us, and she reached over as she drove and ran her hand down my front leg to my paw, which I did not like.

To my surprise, she apologized—the couple on the farm had never apologized when they touched my paws—and then the woman smiled and explained that she also chose me because we could speak to each other, which wasn't always the case with every dog she met.

It meant that I was special. And that she was in search of dogs that were special.

I didn't understand any of this. I was scared. I whimpered; I wanted to go back. I didn't know where we were going and I had never been in a vehicle before. Everything shook. I was trying not to listen to the scream of the engine and the tires spitting gravel and deep inside me the echo of my mother in the field, stuck behind the fence, and I was trying not to stare at the other dog in the seat behind me, asleep on her belly, paws out, eyes tightly and uncomfortably shut.

The dog was around my age, ten or eleven months, and she carried a faraway smell on her coat that I couldn't locate. Still, even though I had never seen her before today, her smell comforted me. It comforted me because I could no longer smell my mother and my brothers and sisters. My nose had emptied itself of them. 

So I clung to the smell of the new dog behind me as the truck kept speeding and shaking and the trees appeared to fly by faster, like they were enormous kites, and the power line whipped up and down like a sea wave.

I licked the rifle barrel, but it tasted bad.

The woman smiled again. What's your name? she said. Why should I tell you? I quickly said back.

Fair enough, she said. It doesn't matter. You're going to get a new one. A better one.

And then it happened. I stood up straighter and turned toward her, understanding in that moment that she hadn't actually spoken out loud this time, that we were literally communicating with each other in a different way.

With other animals, the common language we were able to form between us, no matter the animal, was also always a silent one. Whenever we communicated, it was like dark shapes appeared and lived in a space between our eyes, shapes we could translate.

With this young woman, it was similar, but I felt her words more physically, and around me: it was like the air was pressing against my ears, and then a small door opened in my head into a corner I had never been inside before. The colors of the day got a little brighter, but less sharp, and it was as though her words, clear, were carried by those bright colors—like the words were currents, vibrating, and I was responding.

I faced the window again and went silent. I tried to focus on the power line outside, but my head now hurt.

It doesn't last, she said, placing a hand on my head. Besides, you'll get used to it. You'll get used to all of this, my darling.

She then told me her own name: Soojin. She was in her late twenties, still young for a human, I knew even then. I focused on the dog's smell behind me—different grass, vomit, clay, forest trees—as Soojin told me she was a doctor: a doctor now in this country's army, but that the Americans had hired her temporarily because they had heard she was good with handling dogs.

They don't know the half of it, she said, and tapped the side of her head and winked.

Excerpted from ETNA by Paul Yoon. Copyright © 2026 by Paul Yoon. Reprinted by permission of Scribner, an imprint of Simon & Schuster, LLC.

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Joe Mack homered, Xavier Edwards added an RBI single and Sandy Alcantara tossed six-plus solid innings for the Marlins, who won the final three games of the four-game series. Miami slugged six homers in the series, while the Mets went deep twice.

Alcantara (12-6) allowed four hits, including Luis Robert Jr.'s single and Jared Young's double to open the seventh, and struck out five.

Petersen walked Marcus Semien before striking out Jorge Polanco and Francisco Alvarez and coaxed A.J. Ewing into a ground out to second.

Pete Fairbanks worked around a pair of walks in the ninth and earned his 17th save for the Marlins, who entered Sunday 1 1/2 games behind Philadelphia for the final National League playoff spot.

Mets relievers Brooks Raley, Luke Weaver and Huascar Brazobán each threw a hitless inning after spot starter Robert Stock (0-1) went a career-high five innings.

Stock, making his first big league appearance since June 8, 2025 and just the third start of his career, allowed three hits, including Mack's homer, and struck out four. The right-hander made his big league debut in 2018 as a reliever for interim Mets manager Andy Green in San Diego.

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