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

from the maples lining the brick street.

“I need to go back to the house for an hour,” I told Clara as we reached the gravel parking lot. “I want to put things back where they belong.”

“I will drive,” Clara said.

We drove in silence, the hum of the tires on the asphalt a steady, comforting rhythm. When we reached Oakhaven, the driveway continue reading …