The Only Door That Opened When the Others Closed

in the kitchen, her tea cooling on the table.

Carol looked up, her gentle eyes scanning Ivy’s face for any sign of what had happened at the diner.

“Did she stay long?” Carol asked, her voice quiet.

“Long enough to tell me I remember things wrong,” Ivy said, setting her bag on the chair.

Carol smoothed her apron, her gaze falling to her own hands on the continue reading …