Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

said, his finger tracing the ink of my signature. “That was three days before we sat down at the kitchen table to write our sixty-day agreement.”

He finally looked up, his small eyes dark behind his wire-rimmed reading glasses. The skin around his mouth was tight and drawn.

“Yes,” I said.

“You already had the key,” he said, his thumb sliding over the continue reading …