Miriam Found a Reflection in a Mirror That Ended Her Marriage

Arthur adjusted his collar and squinted at his screen, his thumb hovering over the glass while the kitchen refrigerator hummed its low, uneven tune. He had spent ten minutes arranging his plate of rye toast just so, next to the small jar of orange marmalade we bought on our trip to Michigan.

“This one looks natural,” he said, not looking up.

I set the continue reading …