Six Hand Drawn Sketches from the Summer of Nineteen Ninety Two

night. I thought if we sold the house quickly, we could pay off the bank and there would be enough left to keep us both safe.”

“You accepted Gerald’s low-ball offer because you were desperate,” I said.

“I was,” Evelyn said, her eyes turning shiny in the afternoon light. “And I did not believe you. I thought you were just holding onto some old pencil continue reading …