Wearing an Emerald Green Dress on My Birthday Cost Me My Husband

The bread knife slipped, slicing a clean red line across the side of my thumb before I even felt the bite of the steel. I did not look up because Damon was already folding his morning paper, and any sudden movement in the kitchen always drew his eyes.

I pressed a paper towel against the cut and went back to spreading the mustard on his rye bread.

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