Miriam Found a Reflection in a Mirror That Ended Her Marriage

canvas jacket, the one with the grease stain on the left sleeve from when he changed the lawnmower oil three summers ago. He was smiling at someone who was holding the door open for him, someone whose shadow was cast across the concrete step.

“He looks happy,” I said.

Grace leaned over my shoulder, her breath hot against my cheek. “He looks like a thief continue reading …