He Read His Mistress’s Love Letter at My Dinner Table. Then I Asked Him to Read the Bank Transfers.

moved softly in the May wind.

The chair at the head of the table remained empty until everyone had arrived.

Then Margaret touched my arm.

“You should sit there.”

For a moment, I looked at the chair where Lila had once sat wearing my necklace and waiting to inherit a life she did not understand.

I remembered Daniel standing by the fireplace.

I remembered continue reading …