Keith
The heavy oak door creaks open as Clinton and I enter the room, and Hope is the first to glance up from the hearth where she is nursing a cup of tea. Her eyes scan my face, and I can’t find it in myself to hide the weariness from my...
Keith
The heavy oak door creaks open as Clinton and I enter the room, and Hope is the first to glance up from the hearth where she is nursing a cup of tea. Her eyes scan my face, and I can’t find it in myself to hide the weariness from my...