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

him out to the driveway.

The air was crisp, the smell of dry leaves rising from the pavement. We got into the car without speaking.

I sat in the passenger seat of the quiet car, smoothing my skirt as we drove toward the restaurant.

The engine of our sedan died, leaving only the hum of the heater and the click of cooling metal beneath continue reading …