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behind me, her boots dragging on the gravel. She stopped when she heard his words.

“He was tired, Douglas,” Clara said, her voice losing some of its precision. “He was not losing his mind.”

“He signed the deed because he knew he could not take care of this place anymore,” Douglas said, tapping his knuckles against the roof of my car. “He told me himself.continue reading …