Miriam Found a Reflection in a Mirror That Ended Her Marriage

was cold, the air thick with the smell of old motor oil and damp concrete. Dry maple leaves scraped against the bottom of the garage door as the autumn wind blew outside.

I walked to the wooden workbench in the back corner, where Arthur’s tools were organized by size and utility. The red toolbox sat on the lower shelf, a heavy, three-drawer continue reading …