Autumn
It was the day of Thanksgiving. The morning air was crisp, and the sky was a bright vivid blue. I sat on the front porch sipping my cup of coffee. Covering myself from the cold wind with my thick gray sweater and fuzzy pajamas. I could hear the Macy's parade on tv while the kids are their breakfast. Logan was tinkering with his truck in the driveway. I swear that man could damn near always find something mechanical to play with. I breathed in the cold air. The turkey was in the oven and my sister and the girls would be here soon. Even Detective Phillips or Ryan, as he prefers, was coming. Beth Anne and Ray should be here around 4. It was a good day. After the s**t storm that was October, after healing and getting back to normal in November, I had high hopes that December would be a
