Yellow Ceramic Mug and Red Silk Scarf in a Red Buick

Raymond was already sitting in his green wicker chair, a thick blue mug of coffee resting on the wide armrest. He looked up as the screen door creaked, his gaze immediately falling to the manila folder I held against my side.

“You look like you haven’t closed your eyes all night, Clara,” Raymond said. His dry, gravelly baritone was a comfort in the continue reading …