She slid divorce papers across the dinner table between the salt shaker and the casserole I’d just made for us. She kept chewing while she told me she needed a better man, and then she added, “I…
I came home from work, and instead of asking how my day was, Niall—wait, no. It was Nadine. She was already at the kitchen table, and I had just finished making the casserole because Tuesdays were my night to cook. She slid a Manila envelope across the table, setting it between the salt shaker and … Read more