Ask for Thyself Another Kingdom, Part 2
She could see her own breath, curling like smoke in the cold air of December, yet the morning sun shone warm through the red leaves of the maples. The house no longer looked the same where they had raised a family and Penelope sighed, shuffling the keys as she wandered to the porch. She stood looking at the rosebush for a while before climbing the steps and opening the door.
They had planted it by the side of the porch stair on Theo’s first anniversary, and she remembered with a smile that whenever Seagrave tried to pick a rose, he always got pricked with a thorn. Read the rest of this page »