Miriam Found a Reflection in a Mirror That Ended Her Marriage

up, leaving his toast untouched on the plate.

“Where are you going?” I asked.

“To pack,” he said.

He went up the stairs, his boots heavy on the pine steps, leaving me alone with the quiet hum of the old refrigerator.

I stayed in my chair, my fingers pressed flat against the cool kitchen table, listening to the sound of drawers opening and closing in our continue reading …