Miriam Found a Reflection in a Mirror That Ended Her Marriage

a donut, the screen door clicking shut behind him.

I went back to the kitchen and picked up my phone from the counter. My finger trembled as I pinched the screen to zoom in further.

The cold air in the garage smelled of motor oil and old newspapers. I walked past the lawnmower to Arthur’s workbench, where his neatly organized wrenches hung on the pegboard continue reading …