Miriam Found a Reflection in a Mirror That Ended Her Marriage

driveway scraped against the tires as I parked near the garage, the sound loud in the quiet afternoon.

Ronald’s truck was already parked near the hedge, the tailgate down. He was standing on the porch, holding a roll of packing tape and three flat cardboard boxes he must have bought at the hardware store.

He did not look at me when I got out of the car.continue reading …