Wearing an Emerald Green Dress on My Birthday Cost Me My Husband

bottle, showing the dusty label to Damon with a quiet deference that my husband always relished.

Damon nodded with a slow, practiced gravity, watched the dark red wine pool into our glasses, and then raised his own toward the center of the table.

“To the most beautiful fifty-year-old in Oak Creek,” Damon said, his voice deep, warm, continue reading …