Yellow Ceramic Mug and Red Silk Scarf in a Red Buick

with a sharp crunch of gravel, and drove toward the highway without looking back.

A moment later, Julian got into his own car and followed her, the two vehicles turning in opposite directions at the corner.

I watched the red taillights of my son’s car disappear behind the sugar maple trees at the edge of town.

By eight o’clock the next morning, the silence continue reading …