Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

across the glass and then disappearing into the darkness of the interior.

I stayed in the car for a moment, my hand resting on the steering wheel. The urge to walk up the steps, knock on the thick pine door, and demand that he listen to me was a physical ache in my chest.

I wanted to tell him about David’s warnings, about the sixty percent blockage, continue reading …