Yellow Ceramic Mug and Red Silk Scarf in a Red Buick

bag, my fingers brushing against the smooth, cold yellow glaze of my husband’s ceramic mug.

Raymond let out a dry, rasping cough, the sound sharp in the quiet room.

I lifted the heavy yellow mug out of the bag and set it on the wooden table.

Julian frowned, his eyes narrowing as he recognized the old clay mug.

I took a deep breath, choosing my words slowly.continue reading …