My Husband Said He Was in Miami Until One Question Exposed the Truth

You know Hazel.

That was when I set the corkscrew down on the counter between us and asked, quietly, whether he knew what name she had checked in under.

His face emptied.

That is the only way I can accurately describe it. The expression did not collapse all at once. It drained. The color left first, then the brightness, then the easy casualness. He stared continue reading …