Yellow Ceramic Mug and Red Silk Scarf in a Red Buick

me out to the garden, her leather boots sinking slightly into the soft autumn turf while I carried my pruning shears.

“I found your red silk scarf,” I said, stopping near the edge of the stone path. “It was tucked behind the terracotta pots in the garden shed.”

Nicole did not blush or look away. She simply adjusted her wool coat.

“I must have dropped continue reading …