White Spots on My Cheeks Led to an Unwanted Contract

near the water.”

“He has all winter,” I said. “And he has the strength for it.”

We stood together by the tomato cages, looking at the few green fruits that would never ripen before the frost. The sun was sitting low over the ridge, turning the oak leaves a deep, dark orange against the grey sky.

“And your face?” Clara asked, reaching out a finger but continue reading …