Miriam Found a Reflection in a Mirror That Ended Her Marriage

across the table, undeniable and cold.

I did not sleep that night, and by seven o’clock the next morning, the envelope of photographs was resting on our kitchen table next to Arthur’s toast.

He came down the stairs wearing his blue checked shirt, the one with the frayed collar he insisted on keeping for weekends. He did not look at me as he poured his continue reading …