er. She told the driver to take her straight to t

She was wearing a sexy slip dress and smoky eye makeup

k like you just came from

alf a glass of whiskey in one go. The

rson's lie, Wendy's "coinciden

Island is nowhere near 'on the way' from Iverson's

sion turning serious. "Kate, there's som

into her throat. "

. "A friend of mine who works at Vogue magazine took this photo this afternoon.She was trying to g

n from a distance, but Kat

xt to him, in her white tweed suit, was Wendy. The background was unmistakabl

open for Wendy, his body leaned slightly towa

e from the airport... to a hotel? This w

My friend said... they went into the

rushed to her head, and the bar around her f

m her seat, gra

you going?" Jazly

, hailed the first taxi she saw, and gave the d

past the window, a blur of broke

tion. The emotions crashe

house, shaking with a rage so

ight of his neat rows of expensive, handmade lea

her foot

might. The expensive shoes tumbled t

her throat. She ran to the bathroom and knelt b

the mirror-a tear-streaked, pathetic m

y fully clothed. She let the cold water pour over

could still hear Jazlyn's words

joke from the start. Now, the jok

e icy stream until

d. In it, she was smiling brightly. Iverson, as always, looked distant. For this marriage, which she had on

pit of her stomach. She collapsed onto the bed,