Miriam Found a Reflection in a Mirror That Ended Her Marriage

my neck. I looked down at my lap, focusing on the small blue thread that had come loose from the hem of my cardigan.

“April,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “He was in Cleveland for the annual regional planning conference. He was gone for four days.”

“He was in Canton,” Mr. Gable said. He slid a photograph from the top of the stack and pushed continue reading …