My Husband Forced Me To Set The Table And Apologize Until The Doorbell Rang

had finally lost the certainty it had carried through the entire conversation. It sounded like what it was: a woman saying the last thing she had left.

“She can,” Diane said. “And the process is straightforward.”

Graham looked at the table. He looked at the folder. He looked at me one more time with the expression of a man searching for the version of continue reading …