Miriam Found a Reflection in a Mirror That Ended Her Marriage

balcony of the brick building on Market Avenue in Canton, holding a bag of groceries while a woman with dark hair held the door open for him.

Arthur did not flinch, and he did not clear his throat. His face simply went cold, the skin tightening around his jaw until his mouth was a flat, hard line.

“You have been busy,” he said.

“That was April,” I said,continue reading …