Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

wanted my husband back,” I said.

“No,” he said, his voice dropping to a flat, cold whisper. “You wanted a patient you could manage, and when I did not heal fast enough, you made your own arrangements.”

He reached into his pocket and pulled out his car keys, the metal clinking against his pocket knife.

“Where is the registration for the Buick?” he asked.continue reading …