The Quiet Presence That Saved My Family Home in Autumn

one hundred twelve, around the back,” he said.

I took the plastic card and walked toward the glass doors that led to the gravel parking lot.

The motel room key felt cold and light compared to the heavy brass key in my pocket.

The morning light that filtered through the thin polyester drapes of room one hundred twelve was a dull, watery gray.

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