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

footsteps coming down the stairs, heavy and slow. He carried a small cardboard box filled with old yearbooks and a wool sweater. He set the box on the linoleum next to his boots.

He stood there for a long minute, the only sound the steady patter of the rain against the kitchen window.

He reached into his pocket, pulled out his silver continue reading …