He Wanted to Erase Our Marriage at Dinner

Then Mason said, “Aunt Claire?”

I looked back.

His face had gone pale under his summer freckles. “Did I do something?”

That one landed in the ribs.

“No, sweetheart,” I said. “Not one thing.”

Ashley rolled her eyes at sweetheart, because of course she did.

Then I left.

The Calls

Manhattan at night can make anything feel fake. Doormen. headlights. women in heels continue reading …