The Hidden Lines of the Family Land We Shared

I said. “The land is safe.”

I reached into my pocket and pulled out the brass key that Marcus had given me after the court hearing.

We walked together to the gate, our boots sinking slightly into the wet earth.

The padlock was cold and wet with mist, but the key turned easily in the brass cylinder.

The chain fell away with a heavy clink, and together we continue reading …