on the deed.
Aiden opened the door. He looked smaller than he had at Thanksgiving, or perhaps just uncertain, which has a way of making people seem smaller.
“Hi, Aunt Nina,” he said quietly.
“Hi, Aiden,” I said, and was surprised by how soft my voice came out.
Dinner was set by the time I came inside. The table was the same mahogany, the same chandelier,continue reading …
