City of Wrens
(Sun Series #8)
She sells the essence of forgiveness in little brown vials. I picked one up, turned it around, and tried to read the label. I couldn’t quite make it out (print’s too small). Surely, there are bouquets of roses in there and chains of lilac wisteria draped over the gates, or maybe those waxy tuberoses, the ones Grandpa used to tend back by the garage. Should I open the cap? Should I?