Yellow Ceramic Mug and Red Silk Scarf in a Red Buick

Clara,” he said.

The room seemed to tilt slightly, the dark wallpaper closing in around me.

“No,” I said, backing away from him. “I would remember this.”

“Think about last winter, Mother,” Julian said, his voice gentle, almost pleading. “You had that bad spell after the flu. You were confused for weeks. We talked about the house then, and you agreed continue reading …