White Spots on My Cheeks Led to an Unwanted Contract

by the dock, Gary was stacking birch logs near the old wooden shed.

He had arrived early that morning, his truck parked near the gravel path, loaded with tools and supplies.

At noon, he lifted a heavy bundle of firewood into his arms, his shoulders tense as he began the slow walk up the dirt path toward the porch.

He had been working since early morning,continue reading …