Miriam Found a Reflection in a Mirror That Ended Her Marriage

we had never used. The billing address was a post office box in Canton, thirty miles away.

My eyes scanned the columns of numbers, my breath coming in short, shallow puffs in the cold air. The balance was four thousand two hundred dollars.

There were three charges for a boutique hotel on Market Avenue, five charges for a luxury steakhouse, and a monthly continue reading …