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

walking up the wooden steps. He did not look like the man who had stood in my kitchen offering me a two-year lease. His coat was unbuttoned, and his hands were shoved deep into his pockets.

“Helen,” he said, stopping at the top step. “The mediator said he was calling the county prosecutor.”

I stood by the screen door, my hands folded across my middle.continue reading …