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

rocking chair, my hands resting in my lap, twisting Arthur’s gold wedding ring around my finger as I watched her approach.

“That is the last of the boxes from the hallway,” Clara said, her voice carrying that precise, formal tone she always used when she was trying to hide her worry.

“You have a long drive back to the city,” I said, speaking slowly and continue reading …