Yellow Ceramic Mug and Red Silk Scarf in a Red Buick

I don’t know what good it will do,” Julian said.

He walked down the steps to join his wife, leaving me alone on the porch with the documents.

The wind blew a single yellow leaf across the wood boards, where it stopped against the toe of my shoe.

I went back inside and locked the front door behind me.

I drove to Raymond’s office in the continue reading …