My Husband Told Me Never To Go To The House At Blue Heron Ridge Until Three Years Later

next canvas. Different date, same small signature in the corner: a single initial and a number that corresponded to the order of completion, I realized, as I moved through the room. They were numbered. Forty-three paintings. I counted them twice.

A door on the far side of the great room led into a hallway, and the hallway opened into a kitchen with continue reading …