Oren

We were finally nearing the meeting I'd been dreading. It hadn't occurred in a day or even a week. Time had ticked away. Life had moved on, and so had death.

Christmas was near. The houses in Brooklyn Heights were decorated with colorful lights and lush greenery. Wreaths hung on doors, while trees sparkled in windows.

Adelaide was doing better by the day. She still experienced tenderness in her ribs and occasional migraines, but most notably her mind was ...