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

in the gravel driveway, my hands tucked deep into my coat pockets. The forty miles to the county seat seemed very far in the gathering dark.

The blue folder was safe in his trunk, but the silence between us felt heavier than before. I watched his taillights flare red as he shifted the car into reverse.

He backed out slowly, his tires crunching on the continue reading …