Yellow Ceramic Mug and Red Silk Scarf in a Red Buick

“Come on, Julian,” she said, not looking back as she walked toward the door. “We are done here.”

Julian stood up slowly, his shoulders still hunched, and followed her out into the hallway without saying goodbye.

The office became entirely quiet again, save for the faint sound of traffic from the main street two blocks away.

Raymond gathered the signed continue reading …