Yellow Ceramic Mug and Red Silk Scarf in a Red Buick

the warmth did not reach the rest of the room where Julian and Nicole sat.

Nicole took her silver spoon, dipped it into the broth, and let it drip back into the bowl without tasting it.

“We really have to think about your winter options, Clara,” she said, her voice high and bright. “The stairs here are so steep, and the maintenance is just getting to continue reading …