Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

than it had been in weeks.

“That is the oxygen doing its job,” David said, checking his watch. “Your lungs are opening up.”

A small spark of hope, fragile and cold, flickered in my chest as I watched Arthur nod at David’s words.

He did not argue, nor did he make his usual comment about the modern world being too soft.

The walk back to the parking lot was continue reading …