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

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For a brief second, the tightness that had gripped my chest since the parking lot eased, and I took a small sip of the rich, dry wine.

Maybe I had imagined the coldness in his voice when we were outside.

Maybe the parking lot had just been a momentary lapse, a sudden flash of stress from the heavy autumn traffic on Main Street.

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