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

of my skirt.

The knot in my stomach returned, tighter and colder than it had been in the parking lot.

The dining room heater hummed in the corner, blowing a dry, warm breeze across the back of my neck that made me feel slightly sick.

I looked away from the table, trying to find a neutral place to rest my eyes so I would not have to look at Damon’s satisfied continue reading …