Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

a rapid, rhythmic sound that filled the quiet living room. “He is too proud, Martha. His pride will ruin this. He will let you walk out just to prove a point.”

“Then I will walk,” I said, placing the cardigan inside the bag. “I cannot keep living with a ghost who only speaks to complain about the neighbors.”

“He does not deserve your patience,” Clara continue reading …