Yellow Ceramic Mug and Red Silk Scarf in a Red Buick

ahead of the packing while the weather holds,” he added.

He carried the second box toward the front door, his shoulder shifting under his brown jacket.

“I am not packing, Julian,” I said, my voice rising slightly. “This is still my home.”

“We are only trying to make the transition easier for you,” he said, without looking back at me as he unlocked the continue reading …