Vera, we’ve outgrown this relationship. I’m filing for divorce. We’ll split the house and the car fifty-fifty,” her husband announced.
Vera sat in the corner of the small restaurant Basil, nervously twisting a napkin in her fingers. Outside the window, a thin April rain blurred the city’s evening lights into watery brushstrokes. She’d picked this place on purpose—three years earlier they’d celebrated their wedding anniversary here. It still smelled of cinnamon and freshly baked … Read more