Miriam Found a Reflection in a Mirror That Ended Her Marriage

and the dates we opened them in neat, blue ink. My fingers traced the faded numbers, remembering when we had so little to protect.

Going inside felt like crossing a line I could never walk back across.

The lobby smelled of floor wax and old paper. A young woman named Brenda sat behind a polished walnut desk with a small nameplate that read Assistant continue reading …