Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

at the front desk,” David said, handing me a small white slip of paper. “But you have to get him to take it, Martha.”

I thanked David and stepped back out into the quiet hallway, the white paper crumpled in my palm.

I found Arthur sitting in the waiting area, his head bowed as he stared at his worn leather shoes. The clinic was quiet, the only sound continue reading …