“I’m going to the bank right after lunch to put down a deposit.”

He sounded like the man I’d married twenty years earlier.

Practical, capable, on top of the details.

I thought about the silver key tucked in my coin purse.

Hannah came into the kitchen in her blue fleece hoodie.

She was moving slowly, favoring her right side.

“Bacon,” she said quietly, tugging her sleeves down over her thumbs.

“Nothing but the best for you,” Richard said loudly.