Eight Thousand Gallons of Milk and a Small Blue Ledger

counter near the sink, a single, empty milk jug sat. It was one of the prototypes from the morning run, its plastic sides clean and dry, the circular dent on its side reflecting the yellow light from the ceiling.

I looked down at my left hand, resting on the clean wooden surface of the kitchen table. My silver wedding band was thin, the edges worn smooth continue reading …