Brittle Nails and a Disputed Greenhouse in Autumn

” Robert said.

My heart sank, but I forced myself to stare at the developer’s logo on the yellow folder. “Donald knows I have run this place for thirty years.”

“Thirty years is a long time to carry such a heavy load,” Robert said, standing up to leave.

He adjusted his collar, his gold ring catching the evening light once more before he stepped out.

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