Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

armchair by the living room window without turning on the lamps.

The house was so quiet that I could hear the faint, distant hum of the highway a mile away, a reminder of the world moving on while I waited in the dark.

I had laid out every term, set every boundary, and spent every ounce of my leverage. The choice was entirely his now,continue reading …