Miriam Found a Reflection in a Mirror That Ended Her Marriage

to the branch on Elm Street, my hands tight on the steering wheel. The morning traffic was gone, and the quiet of the small town felt heavy and indifferent.

When I entered the lobby again, Brenda looked up from her computer. She did not smile this time.

“I need to speak with the manager,” I said, stopping at her counter.

“Mr. Harrison is in a meeting,continue reading …