My Son-in-Law Saw Who I Copied on the Email

old woman dug up your number.”

“I gave Eleanor my number eleven years ago,” Diane said. “At your wedding.”

Mia looked at me.

I remembered that day with a clarity I hated. The country club lawn. The white roses. Richard Voss gripping Caleb’s shoulder too hard during photographs. A woman standing near the back hedges in a beige coat, watching from a distance.continue reading …