Ex-husband Wanted an Open Marriage With My Sister
sound as her cervical vertebrae made contact with the headrest.
She closed her eyes. In the darkness, Daniel’s silhouette appeared—blue cotton jacket, backpack straps slung down to his elbows, the green dinosaur’s tail peeking out between his fingers, swaying gently. Then came his face as he turned around: his cheekbones were more pronounced than before, red veins visible on the whites of his eyes, his lips pressed into a thin line. And then his hands—the hands that pushed the pink dinosaur off the wall, fingers spread, palms facing outward, as if trying to push open a door one didn’t want to open.
She opened her eyes. The pink dinosaur on the dashboard was tilted awkwardly against the winds