“Eat up.

You’ve got a geometry test second period.”

She smiled and picked up a slice of toast.

If Richard was right, if we could fix this without putting her under anesthesia, maybe I was making an awful mistake with Claire.

At one o’clock, I was folding towels in the living room when I heard a truck door slam outside.

Richard came up the driveway holding a white paper coffee cup and a manila folder.

He opened the front door and left his boots outside.