Miriam Found a Reflection in a Mirror That Ended Her Marriage

Miriam, look at the trees in the background,” Grace said.

I leaned in, my shoulder touching hers.

Behind our shoulders, where the old wooden fence met the corner of the garage, the lilac bushes were thick with lavender blossoms. The heavy, purple clusters hung low over the pickets, bright and full under a clear, pale sky.

“The lilacs,” I said. “They continue reading …