The Hidden Lines of the Family Land We Shared

with a desperate sort of hope. “Your father always said a bird in the hand is worth two in the orchard.”

“Father also drew those cloud lines for a reason,” I said.

“I know,” she said, her voice trailing off as she looked down at the table. “But I am so tired of the quiet dinners. Arthur is your brother, Nicole. He is all the family we have left besides continue reading …