Miriam Found a Reflection in a Mirror That Ended Her Marriage

matching armchair opposite mine, his hands resting flat on his knees. The silver band on his left ring finger was polished, catching the edge of the lamp light just like the chocolates did.

“A weekend where?” I asked.

“That place in Sugarcreek,” he said, referring to the small bed and breakfast we had visited for our thirty-fifth anniversary. “The one continue reading …