The Only Door That Opened When the Others Closed

stopped her pencil, her hand hovering over the ledger. She did not look at the wastebasket. “It was just some old business, Ivy.”

“He has not called since October,” Ivy said.

“Arthur has his own family to support now,” Carol said, her voice flat as she closed the ledger with a soft thud.

Ivy looked back at her drawing board, but her continue reading …