A Greenhouse in Late September and the Harvest That Saved My Husband

note on her pad. She looked over her spectacles at Sarah, who was representing us for the preliminary portion of the hearing.

“Does the defense wish to address these medical records?” the judge asked.

Sarah stood up, her dark wool skirt rustling against the bench.

“We do, Your Honor,” Sarah said. “We would like to call our first witness.”

Dr. Higgins walked continue reading …