Miriam Found a Reflection in a Mirror That Ended Her Marriage

thirty-four years.

On the counter sat the empty cardboard boxes Ronald had carried in. They looked bright and clean against the faded laminate of the countertop.

“Where do we start?” Ronald asked.

“The engineering books in the study,” I said. “And the blueprints in the closet under the stairs.”

Ronald cleared his throat, his eyes darting toward the hallway continue reading …