North Carolina Boundary Lines Drawn on an Oak Desk

pulled out the rolled prints we had prepared at the shop. The paper was heavy and stiff, resisting my hands as I tried to flatten it on the polished wood.

Don Davis sat in the third row of the gallery, his dark coat buttoned to the neck. He adjusted his wristwatch, then looked up at the dais, his face completely still.

“Mrs. Vance,” Phil Berger said,continue reading …