North Carolina Boundary Lines Drawn on an Oak Desk

the one I had protected for thirty years, was just a cover story.

Don Davis sat behind his desk, his sleeves rolled up and his wristwatch catching the light as he moved his hand. He looked at the printed log I laid before him, his face dark.

“Where did you get this, Clara?” Don asked, his voice low and resonant.

“Elaine found it through continue reading …