After My Husband Forced His Sick Father Out, I Cared For Him Alone While Working Two Jobs

The mirror was hanging on the back wall, above a shelf of reference books. It was old—beveled glass in a wooden frame, the kind of mirror that belonged in a hallway, not a workshop. I’d noticed it before, on the few occasions I’d visited Grigori here, but I’d never thought about it. It was just a mirror. Part of the landscape.

I took it down carefully,continue reading …