Yellow Ceramic Mug and Red Silk Scarf in a Red Buick

forever, Mother. The world moves on.”

“You should take your briefcase and go,” I said, finally turning to look him in the eye.

His gaze flickered, unable to hold mine for more than a second. He nodded once, a quick, jerky motion, and walked out of the room. A moment later, the heavy front door clicked shut, the sound echoing through continue reading …