Miriam Found a Reflection in a Mirror That Ended Her Marriage

I went back inside, poured a fresh cup of tea, and carried it out to the front porch.

The porch swing was cold, the painted wood creaking as I sat down and pulled my wool shawl around my shoulders.

I held the warm cup with both hands, letting the heat seep into my palms.

The sun was sinking behind the bare branches of the oak trees, casting a long, golden continue reading …