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

glass, my faded denim jacket and the worn pearl earrings my mother had given me when I turned thirty.

The brass bell above the door chimed as a woman in a wool coat walked out, leaving the door open just long enough for the scent of lavender and expensive starch to reach the sidewalk.

I found myself stepping inside before I could think of a reason to continue reading …