Miriam Found a Reflection in a Mirror That Ended Her Marriage

I had left it.

It was a heavy brass key, cold to the touch, with a notched edge that had grown smooth over the years.

I held it in my palm for a moment, feeling the weight of it against my skin before I walked toward the shed at the back of the property.

The padlock on the shed door was rusted from the autumn dampness, its metal surface rough against continue reading …