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

cold beneath my bare feet.

The room was neat, the bed unmade on Damon’s side but the pillows straight on mine. On the dresser sat the small velvet box where I kept my mother’s jewelry.

I opened the box and carefully placed the worn pearl earrings back into their satin slots, pressing the lid down until it clicked shut. They looked smaller continue reading …