Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

edge of my side of the mattress.

I reached into my pocket and let my fingers rest on the smooth plastic cap of the medicine bottle.

“Tell me honestly, Arthur,” I said, keeping my voice steady. “Did you take your heart pills today?”

His smile faltered for a second, his eyes shifting toward the window before he looked back at me.

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