Miriam Found a Reflection in a Mirror That Ended Her Marriage

drying rack, aligning the handle so it pointed toward the wall.

I wiped the counter with a dry cloth, tracing the edge of the laminate where it met the plaster. The quietness of the house felt different now, heavy and full of unspoken words.

By ten o’clock, the house was entirely quiet. Arthur had gone upstairs to watch the evening continue reading …