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

turned his head to look at me.

“Are you going to open your door?” I asked.

He did not move his hands from the wheel. He tapped his thumb against the leather wrap, three slow beats, then checked his watch, tapping the face twice.

“We have exactly three minutes before seven,” I said, looking at the digital clock glowing on the dashboard.