Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

own quiet pocket of the trail.

“He is pushing himself too hard to prove a point,” I said, watching the stubborn tilt of Arthur’s head.

David polished his wire-rimmed glasses with the edge of his fleece jacket, his expression grave. “Let him set the tempo for now, Martha. The important thing is that he is actually moving his legs.”

“I had to pack an overnight continue reading …