Brittle Nails and a Disputed Greenhouse in Autumn

“Dad is terrified, Mom, and Robert is feeding him every single doubt he can find about your health.”

“Your father has always been a worrier,” I said, though my own chest felt tight as I spoke.

“He is not just worrying, he is making plans,” Sarah said, twisting the silver chain tighter around her index finger. “He was talking to Robert continue reading …