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

my heel catching slightly on the edge of a concrete planter filled with dying marigolds.

“Are you coming inside or not?” I asked.

He looked at the brass entrance, then back at me, his face hardening into the expression he used when the monthly bills were higher than he liked.

“I told you my terms,” he said, reaching into his pocket continue reading …