Yellow Ceramic Mug and Red Silk Scarf in a Red Buick

The shadows grew longer on the wooden floor, stretching toward the door.

I set the remaining journals in the box, one by one, until the drawer was empty.

I folded the cardboard flaps over each other and pressed them down.

By ten o’clock the next morning, those boxes of journals were stacked in the dark hallway, but I was sitting in Raymond’s library with continue reading …