Miriam Found a Reflection in a Mirror That Ended Her Marriage

We walked down the carpeted hallway to a small reception area where a low table held old magazines and a pot of cold coffee.

“He will sign,” Sarah said, sitting on the small fabric sofa.

“How can you be sure?” I asked.

“Because his lawyer knows that a judge in this county will not look kindly on forty-two thousand dollars spent on a continue reading …