Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

angry,” I said, leaning my head back against the wicker.

“I was young and foolish,” he said, his voice softening as he looked down at his mug. “I thought every little chore was a battle that had to be won.”

“We survived it,” I said.

“We did,” he said, reaching across the small wooden table between our chairs and placing his hand over mine. “Though I know continue reading …