Three Green Notebooks Left in a Cedar Chest on Elm Street

intentions are good, Mabel,” he said, his voice flat and quiet. “But you must stop fighting battles I did not ask you to fight.”

The words felt like a physical push, sending a cold ache through my chest.

I had spent weeks worrying over his land, opening envelopes that did not belong to me, all to protect a man who did not want my protection.

I was not continue reading …