Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

“We are not finished yet,” he said, though there was no anger in his voice, only a quiet determination that had been missing from our house for years.

The path curved toward the main exit, where the trees began to thin and the gravel parking lot came back into view.

Standing near the wooden map kiosk was Clara, her bright red wool coat standing out against continue reading …