Miriam Found a Reflection in a Mirror That Ended Her Marriage

light across the dry lawn.

For the first time in forty years, there was no dinner to plan, no schedule to check, and no silence to interpret.

The quiet belonged to me, and the house behind me was secure.

Miriam kept the house on Elm Street and spent her afternoons working in the garden she had reclaimed. She chose to let Arthur go without continue reading …