read that single line four separate times before it actually settled properly into my mind.
Peter offered to come along with me. I chose to go alone instead. I genuinely couldn’t have explained why, not clearly, except that some quiet instinct told me this particular errand belonged to me by myself, whatever it actually turned out to be.
The yard sat exactly as it always had — the same crooked fence posts, the same tangle of overgrown grass along the property line, the same apple tree standing at the center of
