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

Helen, just like Arthur did at the end,” Douglas said.

I stared at him, my hand freezing on the cold metal of my car key.

“Arthur knew his own mind until the day he passed,” I said.

“Is that why he kept talking to the trees in the backyard?” Douglas asked, his eyes wide. “Is that why he forgot where he put his wallet three times a week?”

Clara came up continue reading …