Brittle Nails and a Disputed Greenhouse in Autumn

try and force a land sale that benefits nobody but his own pocket.”

Arthur nodded slowly, his pen hovering over the signature line of the affidavit. “And you are prepared for what this will do to Donald?”

“Donald needs the truth,” I said. “Even if it breaks his heart.”

Arthur signed his name with a swift, decisive stroke, then pressed his red wax seal continue reading …