Yellow Ceramic Mug and Red Silk Scarf in a Red Buick

as if to take the document back, but I kept my fingers pressed firmly against the edge of the page.

Julian turned without another word and walked down the steps, his shoes clicking against the concrete walkway.

I sat alone on the porch, staring at the unsigned paper on the kitchen counter while the sun went down.

By nine the next morning, the front door continue reading …