Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

her purse. “If he does not walk through that door by two o’clock, you have the Maple Street keys in your pocket for a reason.”

I adjusted my silver wedding band, sliding it up and down against my knuckle. The metal felt cold, matching the draft that swept in every time the automatic outer doors slid open to admit a patient.

“I am not thinking about the continue reading …