Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

her briskness fading into a tired softness. “Then why did we drive over here today?”

“To make sure,” I said. “And now I am sure.”

We left the townhouse ten minutes later, the deadbolt clicking into place with a definitive metallic snap that sounded like a door closing on a future I was not ready to choose.

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