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

set his glass down with a soft click and leaned forward, his elbows resting on the white cloth.

“Do you remember that first apartment in Columbus, El?” he asked, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

“The one with the green carpet?” I asked softly, a tiny smile slipping out before I could stop myself.

“The carpet that smelled like wet wool every time it continue reading …