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

from his seat and cracked his knuckles, a habit he only had when he was deeply moved or nervous. He pulled out the empty chair beside him, gesturing for me to sit down.

I slid into the seat, the smooth fabric of the dress bunching slightly around my knees. The warmth of the dining room was a sharp contrast to the biting October air outside, but my skin continue reading …