The man sent to count everything Iris was losing had brought his own pencil sharpener. It sat on the conference table the next morning, square and black and serious, beside two pencils lined up with the edge of Daniel’s notebook. Iris put her coffee down beside it. “Are those difficult to find in the wild?” …
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“You can’t put adultery in the reason-for-return box,” Colin said. Iris looked from her husband to the silver bracelet resting on its little velvet cushion. He had given it to her nine weeks ago, across a restaurant table sticky with spilled prosecco, and said twenty-nine years was something to celebrate. On Tuesday he had told …

