*Oliver*

Mirage, Five Years After Lena’s Wedding

Sunlight poured through the kitchen windows. All of Elaine’s flowers were in bloom. Early spring roses trembled against the glass in the soft breeze. From the windows, I could see Old Town rising out of the blinding sunlight reflecting in a shimmer against the moisture from last night's thunderstorm. The kids had slept terribly, which meant I had also slept like absolute shit.

Thankfully, Elaine was due ...