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

collar was unbuttoned, and his hair was slightly disheveled, his eyes avoiding mine as he stepped onto the linoleum.

“I stayed at the motel near the highway,” he said, his voice flat, stripped of its usual sharp edge.

“I figured you had,” I said.

He adjusted his collar, his fingers fumbling with the button for a moment before he let continue reading …