The Only Door That Opened When the Others Closed

reaching out to touch the worn cover.

“No,” Ivy said. “But I want to keep it. To remind me of what we built.”

Ivy closed the old ledger book, its worn pages finally representing a debt fully settled.

By nine the next morning, the mist had cleared from the grass, leaving the lawn damp and sparkling under the May sun.

Ivy sat on the top step of the porch,continue reading …