The Photograph of a Newborn in a Yellow Knitted Hat
Sarah didn’t look up from her phone.
“Look, you’re acting completely out of control,” Sarah said.
I asked her how she could possibly say that after what we had found in the tax boxes in the attic.
Sarah set her phone face down on a glass coaster.
“Paul had a whole other life,” Sarah said.
She leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees.
“He made terrible choices, and he lied to both of us.
We both know that now.”