The Fortress at the Graveside

object meant to be noticed. He wore a silk tie and a faint smirk, the expression of a man who believed time had been kind to him.

When he glanced up and met my eyes, his look wasn’t remorseful.

It was pitying.

That look used to break me.

Today, it only confirmed what I already knew.

They believed I was still the woman who left this town four years ago with continue reading …