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

now?” Clara asked.

“Yes,” I said, turning back toward the door. “We have one more document to sign.”

We drove back to the county seat as the sun was beginning to dip below the tree line, casting long, purple shadows across the cornfields.

In the courtroom, the clerk was already stamping the final pages of the docket. Harvey was sitting alone on the wooden continue reading …