He Opened My Family Vault for His Mistress…

paintings he had bought himself, and a bronze sculpture I had always hated.

He left behind the wedding album.

I found it on the library table.

For an hour, I stood over it.

Then I opened it.

There I was at thirty-two, in ivory satin, my grandmother standing beside me in pale blue, one gloved hand on my arm. Miles looked handsome. I looked certain.

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