Miriam Found a Reflection in a Mirror That Ended Her Marriage

our son, Ronald, came through the back door carrying a red metal toolbox he had borrowed over the weekend. He adjusted his glasses by the bridge, sliding them up his nose twice before he even set the tools down on the dining room floor.

“Dad is not home?” Ronald asked, looking around the empty room.

“He had to run some errands in Canton,” I said, pulling continue reading …