Miriam Found a Reflection in a Mirror That Ended Her Marriage

black ink of my own handwriting. It looked like the cataloging records I used to keep at the library, neat and regular, free of any personal feeling.

My hand did not shake as I turned the page. I began to list the furniture, starting with the dining room table we had purchased together in Oakhaven thirty years ago.

The phone on the desk did not ring,continue reading …