Miriam Found a Reflection in a Mirror That Ended Her Marriage

Mrs. Vance,” she said.

“I will wait,” I said.

I sat on the vinyl bench near the door, my eyes fixed on the small gold clock on the wall. The minutes crawled past. A man in a grey suit came out of the back office and spoke to Brenda in a low voice. She pointed toward me.

He walked over, his expression polite but distant.

“Mrs. Vance, I am Mr. Harrison,continue reading …