Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

kitchen, though the air still felt thin and tense.

I placed a plate of grilled chicken and steamed broccoli on the table in front of Arthur.

He looked down at the plate, his mouth twisting into a frown as he picked up his fork.

“What is this?” he asked. “Where is the pork roast?”

“We are eating lighter this week,” I said, sitting down opposite him. “It continue reading …