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

dress was still there, tucked away where Damon would not see it when he looked for his clean socks.

I opened the wardrobe door just a crack, looking at the emerald fabric shining in the dim light of the closet.

Every little comment he had made over the last week seemed to gather in the room, heavy and cold.

The jokes about the lipstick, the remarks about continue reading …