Shotgun Honey

The Gift by Wendy Davis

Betty noticed the sandalwood fragrance as soon as she entered the apartment. She’d smelled it before, the woodsy, citrusy scent clinging to her husband’s clothes. Foolishly, he’d done little to conceal he was slumming it on the east side. And even more foolishly, someone had locked the door but left it ajar. Afternoon light warmed […]