Murder, Darling

The coffee was, as always, too much. Nate Voss makes four cups every morning without thinking — and sets out two mugs before remembering that Aleksei left at six and won't be home until seven. The second mug sits there, slightly accusatory. This is the grammar of their marriage: quiet, deliberate, exact.Nate is a botanical illustrator working through a commission on toxic ornamental plants — foxgl...