Miriam Found a Reflection in a Mirror That Ended Her Marriage

revealing the clean, blue lined notebook I had bought at the pharmacy on Broad Street.

I laid the notebook flat on the desk. Beside it, I placed the copies of the bank statements Sarah had obtained for me, along with the utility bills and the property tax receipts.

The monthly utility bill for Elm Street was eighty-two dollars, a number I knew by heart.continue reading …