Brittle Nails and a Disputed Greenhouse in Autumn

is doing it because he loves you.”

“I did not cancel those orders,” I said, though my own words felt distant.

“Memory is a fragile thing,” Robert said, reaching out to pat my shoulder. “Let us take the pressure off your shoulders.”

I pulled away slightly, but my knees felt too weak to support a real retreat.

I could hear Donald in the kitchen, stacking continue reading …