Miriam Found a Reflection in a Mirror That Ended Her Marriage

have to worry.”

I looked down at our joint hands, the gold of his band dull against my skin. I had been so sure of the second phone and the hidden money, but now his words made a horrible, logical sense.

“I am sorry,” I whispered. “I truly do not remember the conversation in August.”

“It is alright,” he said, squeezing my hand. “But we cannot have you continue reading …