Why My Late Father Warned Me In A Dream About What I Was Wearing

their heads close together in that intimate way that comes from years of familiarity.

I walked out with a fresh bottle of wine.

“Refills?” I asked cheerfully.

They both straightened up immediately, guilty expressions flickering across their faces before settling into false casualness.

“Thanks, babe,” Derek said, using the pet name he knew I hated. Another continue reading …