Yellow Ceramic Mug and Red Silk Scarf in a Red Buick

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“I am ready, Raymond,” I said.

“Get some sleep tonight, Clara,” he said, setting his cup down.

I drove back to my dark house, the quiet of the rooms no longer feeling like a threat. I walked into the kitchen and set my keys down on the pine counter next to my court outfit.

The limestone corridor of the Oak Creek County Courthouse smelled of freshly continue reading …