Brittle Nails and a Disputed Greenhouse in Autumn

weak from the walk down the driveway, but I kept my posture straight, refusing to let her see me sway.

“We need to be careful, Sarah,” I said. “Your father is already convinced I am losing my grip, and if we make a scene without proof, it will only make things worse.”

“He only thinks that because Robert is whispering in his ear,” Sarah said, her voice continue reading …