Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

my partner went.”

He took his coffee mug and walked toward the den, his slippers dragging on the carpet. The door did not slam, but the latch clicked into place with a definitive, heavy snap.

Clara arrived at eleven, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor of the entryway with a brisk, military precision. She carried a small navy blue overnight bag continue reading …