Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

leaving the sky a deep, bruised purple. The autumn chill began to creep through my sweater, but I did not want to move from the quiet comfort of his side.

“Let us go inside,” he said, sensing my slight shiver. “The temperature is dropping fast.”

We walked back into the warm house, Arthur closing the sliding door behind us and locking it with a simple continue reading …