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

waiting inside.”

“They are waiting for their mother,” he said. “Not whatever this is.”

I smoothed my hands down my thighs, trying to flatten the silk. The fabric felt cool and thin under my palms, a sharp contrast to the heavy winter coats we usually wore by mid-October.

“It is just a dress for my birthday,” I said, keeping my voice soft. “I wanted to continue reading …