Yellow Ceramic Mug and Red Silk Scarf in a Red Buick

” he asked, stopping at the bottom step and looking up at me.

“Yes,” I said, keeping my hands folded in front of my skirt.

He walked up the remaining steps and handed me the envelope, which felt unexpectedly heavy.

“You have been served,” he said, before turning back toward his car without another word.

I looked down at the bold lettering on the cover continue reading …