THE EMAIL I SENT BEFORE DESSERT

of someone who trusted every square foot of my home.

Sophie again.

Same route. Same drawer.

This time, what she left wasn’t an envelope.

It was a photograph.

Old. Slightly bent at one corner. From a family barbecue six or seven years ago. Robert and Sophie standing side by side near the grill. His hand on her lower back. Her head tilted toward him just continue reading …