Miriam Found a Reflection in a Mirror That Ended Her Marriage

butter knife down and touched my silver wedding band, sliding it back and forth against my knuckle. He was sixty-three now, but when he bent over his phone like that, the gray hair at his crown looked thin and strangely defenseless.

“Are you posting that to your alumni page?” I asked.

He cleared his throat, a dry sound that always preceded his explanations.continue reading …