Crime & Justice · fiction
The Yellow House Was Still Hers
My house has always been yellow. Not pale cream pretending to be yellow. Not muted mustard. Not one of those sophisticated designer shades with names like “summer wheat” or “antique sunlight.” Yellow. Bright, unapologetically cheerful yellow. The first time I saw the house, I was thirty-four years old, recently divorced, and trying to convince...
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- Adult readers
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- 6
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- fiction
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