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mask of concern. He rushed to my side on the sofa, where
u were upset. What's wrong?" he asked, his voice
my body not to flinch away from him. His touch, which had been my comfor
he blanket tighter around me. "I think
d, his thumb stroking my che
oast, to a spot he said she had loved, to "say a few words." He always came back melancholy and d
cal weight in my chest, m
I said, my voice sounding surprisingly
what I once thought was love, but now
ah? I can't leave y
g a weak smile. "I'll just
ehead. "You're too good to me.
shaking had stopped. The tears had dried. There was only a hollow space where m
ookshelves, had always felt like his sanctuary. Now it felt like a crime scene. I ran my h
easy. David was meticulous, paranoid. He wouldn't leave
rgan, scrolling through that sleek, silver tablet in
bound first editions, was a charging dock I'd never seen before. And nestl
touch. I pressed the power button, and the screen lit
t would it be? His birthday? Our annive
I thought I knew, but the man who had lied to my face for 1,825
. A tiny, almost imperceptible line of text near the charging port, finely engraved. Ito be about four or five. April 12th, 2018. My
blet u
't breathe. Then, I op
avalanche
er belly. There was David, in hospital scrubs, holding a tiny, red-faced newborn, h
set. There were videos of David teaching him to say "Dada." There were family holidays
final, soul-
room of a beautiful, sun-drenched house I'd never seen before. My mother was holding h
in on it. My entire world,
piness, built on the foundation of my deception. Every smile, e
. David and Morgan were sitting on a
thing?" Morgan asked, her voice a pur
of us. It's cruel, I know. But it's the only way. Just a little longer, Morg. Once the final
n the silent room.
e I was sick, vomiting until there was nothing left but bitter bile. I collapsed onto the cold tile
reath, the tablet chimed from
ng, and picked it up. It was
d had given me for our first anniversary. Mor
r on me, don't you think? Happy anniversa