Miriam Found a Reflection in a Mirror That Ended Her Marriage

against mine.

“The garden will look entirely different when the spring comes, Grace,” I said.

She looked out toward the back yard, her shoulders dropping a fraction of an inch as she took a sip.

“It will,” she said. “The yellow ones always come up first.”

Ronald’s car pulled into the driveway at ten minutes to two, the tires crunching on the dry maple continue reading …