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y in bed, staring at the ceiling, repl

ad to be the Evelyn who

as a haggard stranger. I needed makeup, not for beauty, but

had handwritten a card that year: "To my muse - the perfume and you both make me dizzy." Now that bottle was just

reakfast table. He looked up, surprised to s

red times in the mirror-a little fragile,

ng moment before givin

it surprised me. "Did you sleep well?" I asked,

is eyes already glued to the

toast. My stomach was a knot of anxiety. This was a w

s useless in court. I needed someth

ned the sofa. If I could find a

forced myself to remain calm

up, grabbing his car keys. "I have a t

was

ood up, walking over to adjust his col

ck of his neck. He stiffe

id softly, looking

s, I saw my own reflection: s

The tight line of his mouth relaxed s

e crumbled. I leaned against the wall, gas

watched his black Cadillac Escalade pull out

bbed the spare keys and

a mission. My tar

leather couch now loo

gloves and got on my knees, beginning

ery seam, ev

discovery. Was she lying? Or

ved on to the carpe

ne of the sofa legs, I sa

the tweezers and h

so far under the baseboard they mus

, my tweezers caught something else: a single, vivid stran

ex wr

iled every inch of it. I sealed the evidence bags, the