*Calix*

She stood at the door, her face raised in indignation, fists squeezed at her sides. I immediately noticed that she wasn’t wearing the red dress I had sent her. Her reasoning was written on her face plain as day.

My brother stood at the table, his hands firmly resting on the polished wood. His expression easily matched Lynn’s, red and angry.

He had argued against my invitation to her. His argument was based on the idea she wasn’t one of ...