Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

leaving him looking older but softer.

“I suppose we are starting the schedule today,” he said, his voice very quiet.

“We are,” I said, sitting down in the chair opposite him.

He swallowed the pill with a single sip of water, then set the glass down with a soft click on the wooden tabletop. He did not complain about the taste, and he did not make a joke continue reading …