Miriam Found a Reflection in a Mirror That Ended Her Marriage

the filing cabinet under my desk.

Arthur’s voice echoed from the hallway as the bathroom door opened, his footsteps returning toward the kitchen.

I stepped back to the stove, my heart hitting hard against my ribs as I reached for the wooden spoon.

The blue light of his phone screen faded, leaving the kitchen in near darkness.

The man Sarah recommended continue reading …