White Spots on My Cheeks Led to an Unwanted Contract

to the kitchen, picked up the black landline receiver, and dialed Gary’s office number.

He answered on the second ring, his voice sounding thin and hurried.

“Gary,” I said, my voice flat. “I am holding a certified letter from the Roane County Chancery Court.”

The silence on the other end of the line was so heavy I could hear the faint hum of his office continue reading …