White Spots on My Cheeks Led to an Unwanted Contract

a tiny tear near the corner where the gray wood showed through. He was thirty-eight, but in the flat light of the late October afternoon, the thin lines around his eyes looked as deep as my own. The kitchen smelled of the vegetable soup I had simmering on the back burner, a low, wet bubbling that was the only sound in the house for several minutes.continue reading …