Yellow Ceramic Mug and Red Silk Scarf in a Red Buick

trip tomorrow.”

“Goodnight,” I said.

I stood on the threshold, the cool autumn air pressing against my face. I watched Julian walk down the steps, his briefcase swinging at his side, while Nicole walked ahead of him to her sedan.

They got into the car, the engine starting with a low, throaty rumble that vibrated through the porch floorboards.

I stood there continue reading …