Golden Honey Jars on a Sunny Counter in Sweetwater

wanting to grab the mug and throw it, but the tiredness in my bones felt too heavy to fight.

“We have a good partnership, Mabel,” Arthur said, his voice dropping to a whisper. “You just need to let me handle the hard parts from now on.”

He stood up and walked to the door, stopping to pat my shoulder with a soft, heavy hand that felt continue reading …