Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

I set the box on the coffee table directly between his recliner and the television screen.

“What is that?” he asked, his eyes remaining fixed on the glowing screen.

I opened the lid, revealing the stiff grey running shoes.

“I bought these for you because I miss the man who used to hike the state parks with me,” I said, pointing to the continue reading …