Miriam Found a Reflection in a Mirror That Ended Her Marriage

with the small chip near the handle that I had known for fifteen years. I held it with both hands to catch the warmth.

“There is nothing in the account,” I said.

Grace stopped tapping her nails against the wood. She looked at my face, her eyes narrowing as she adjusted her glasses.

“Every penny?” she asked.

“Every penny,” I said. “Thirty thousand dollars continue reading …