A Simple Seven Egg Painting on a Plate Changed My Family Forever

it felt hot.

“He took it before the greenhouse even closed,” I said to the empty room.

The phone on the wall remained silent.

I picked up the ledger and the page, placing them both inside a brown paper grocery bag before I walked out to my car.

The drive to Bennett’s office took twelve minutes, the dry oak leaves scraping against my windshield as I turned continue reading …