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

now, simpler, but they belonged to me.

I turned toward the closet, where the door stood half-open.

The emerald green dress hung in the very center of the wardrobe, no longer hidden behind the heavy winter coats or the dark linen suits. It caught the morning light coming through the bedroom window, the deep green fabric shining against the dark wood of continue reading …