Arthur pen drawing of hidden animals decided who kept the lake cabin

My thumb pressed into the paper bag until the fiber tore, releasing the scent of fresh apples. “This is my home, Douglas.”

“You have until tomorrow night to get your things off this property, Helen.”

He did not wait for me to answer. He turned on his heel, his quick steps taking him back to his sedan, and the door shut with a heavy metallic click.

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