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

standing out against the utility bills and the grocery totals. I heard Damon’s heavy boots descending the wooden stairs.

I slipped the small paper receipt from the boutique under my thigh, smoothing my skirt over it as he walked into the room.

“Is the electric bill in there?” he asked, adjusting his collar.

“Yes,” I said, holding out continue reading …