Miriam Found a Reflection in a Mirror That Ended Her Marriage

on a red leash down a concrete sidewalk. Arthur carrying a green plastic bag of groceries from the back of his car. Arthur standing on a narrow balcony, holding a white ceramic mug that looked exactly like the ones we kept in the cupboard above our stove on Elm Street.

“Look at this one,” Grace said, sliding a print from the middle of the pile.

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