The Photograph of a Newborn in a Yellow Knitted Hat
“Paul lied to me for eleven years,” Sarah said.
“He lied to you for your whole marriage.
He wasn’t a good man who made a small mistake.
He was a coward who bought his way out of trouble.”
“She let me meet the girl,” I said.
“She let Lily come into my house.”
Sarah poured her coffee into a thick ceramic mug.
She didn’t offer me any.