The Person Who Walked Into That Diner Knew My Husband’s Secret

letters because I blocked his number.

Claire reads some. Burns none. Answers fewer.

Rose comes by on Sundays.

At first she and Claire sat on opposite ends of the sofa talking about safe things: school, weather, the stray cat behind Rose’s apartment building, the fact that Claire hates mayonnaise with a passion that borders on religion. Last Sunday I came continue reading …