Miriam Found a Reflection in a Mirror That Ended Her Marriage

the tea steeped, the steam rising in thin, twisting columns between us.

The kitchen was exceptionally bright, the midday sun cutting through the clean glass of the window and striking the linoleum floor.

“You look smaller without that ring,” Grace said, looking at my bare left hand.

“It felt heavy,” I said.

She handed me my mug, her fingers brief and warm continue reading …