, tie loosened, and the cedar and

off. Oven light on. Her face arranged into the soft, interested face of a wife who had spent a pl

an one finger along the edge of the console table, checking for dust. The

er forehead. His lips were cool and dr

oven. St

night and called it keeping her safe. His thumb moved down her messages, her call log, her

b. She knew what was in that phone. Dull things. A text to her mother about a prescription. A note to herself about curtain

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who still remembers who I was, and she felt herself sand it down to something smaller before i

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you'd alrea

. I thoug

gray eyes, handsome and flat, like frost on glass. "You told

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d. A hundred nights of that certainty had worn a groove in h

e forgotten

d gi

ded on the back of

hing underneath it, thin and cold and clean, like a wire pulled tight. A small, cle

in the white kitchen with her palm pressed flat against the

Somewhere upstairs the water ran and ran. Marcus took long showers. She had once found it comforting, the sound

lack phone in the shake

, something stirred that she could not na

fact that belonged to her, something Marcus could not rewrit

very long time, she did

had three days to decid