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

of his chair, draping it over his arm with slow, hesitant movements. He looked older than fifty-two, his posture curved and his steps heavy as he began to move away from our table.

I watched him walk toward the front doors of The Gilded Lantern. He did not look back, not even when he passed Clara’s table, where the older woman watched continue reading …