Three Souls On All Hallows' Eve
My husband and I pick up a third at the Halloween party.
It started in front of the mirror, as it usually does. Me, fussing with the corset I’d squeezed into, and Alex pacing behind me, looking like he was getting ready to be dragged to his own execution. He always got like this before parties. “Breathe, Alex,” I said, smoothing the hem of my skirt. The thing was scandalously short, a black and red number that screamed ‘pirate wench’ but in a way that I quite liked. There was a...