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

driveway, blocking out the afternoon sun. I pulled the car up to the side of the porch and turned off the engine.

I held the car keys tightly in my hand, the metal digging into my palm.

“He is trying to make me doubt him,” I said.

Clara did not get out of the car. She sat with her hands folded in her lap, staring through the windshield at the grey waters continue reading …