Miriam Found a Reflection in a Mirror That Ended Her Marriage

my thumb.

I inserted the key, turned it until the lock gave a dull, metallic click, and pulled the latch free.

Inside, the air smelled of dry peat moss, old terracotta pots, and the sharp tang of motor oil from the lawnmower.

The wooden handle of my spade was grey and weathered, but it fit into my palm with a familiarity that required no adjustment.

I continue reading …