The Author's Witness
The roses in the garden were red when Robert fell. They were always red. Sophia had planted them herself three years ago, when she still believed that a garden could be a kind of truce between two people who spoke different languages and wanted different things from the same life. Robert Miller fell from the third-floor study window of their Long Island estate on a Thursday afternoon. The body...
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