Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

You cannot just exclude me from my own medical business.”

“Sit down, Arthur,” David said, his tone carrying the weight of thirty years of friendship.

Arthur hesitated, his hands hovering over the crinkling paper, before he slowly let his weight sink back onto the table.

David opened the door and gestured for me to follow him down the narrow carpeted continue reading …