n Laws

ective Miller, now wearing a pair of latex gloves, carefully lifted

f the desk and slowly unfolded it. Eve

harp handwriting, was a single sentence. A sentence I had seen a thousand times on bi

read the words aloud. His voice, flat and professional, was a

Candace. The

ast is

of a morgue slab. The ring was proof of his infidelity. This card was the obituary for my life

blurring. I wouldn't cry. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction. The light in my eyes, the warmth I had carried

iumphant look flashed across her face. "You see?" she shrieked at me, a craz

lasted exactly

long with the ring, confirms that these items were a gift to you from Damien Travis

d the final blow. "You're looking at a felony cha

it, leaving a mask of pure horror. She finally understood. The

her head in disbelief. "No,

gestured to the two uniformed officer

s echoing in the silent room. That sound was the

er feet and led her out of the room. I watched her go, feeling no

ective Miller approached me. "Ms. Lawson, on behalf of the department,

ve," I managed, my

answered, listened, and a stra

recinct. Mr. Damien Travis just arrived. He heard Candace was

slid through my

he door opened and Damien emerged, his dark suit impeccable, his expression a mask

s eyes

ress, past the police officers

ence and exposure. Mine were as still and cold