The Only Door That Opened When the Others Closed

slowly, her fingers tracing the tarnish on the locket’s silver heart.

“She is helping me set up the display at the community center tomorrow,” Ivy said.

“Be careful,” Carol said. “Please.”

The basement of the Oakhaven Community Center smelled of floor wax and damp brick. Ivy had three boxes of her framed sketches lined up against the wall, ready to be continue reading …