craped against the expensive ceramic plate. He che
taurant in Manhattan. Across from him, his friend Zev Kagan wa
s brain kept replaying th
t a d
It was absurd. She had everything. She had his nam
He tapped his fork ag
You have been staring at
lass of red wine and took a long swallow.
me noise
s chair. A knowing sm
, I assume? Let m
ne of the few people who knew
aded. He lowe
rotection, flagged that your wife is a regular pati
adjusted his cuffs, pul
. Another way to burn my
n. Maybe you should take it seriously.
a cold, dis
beautiful, quiet accessory. If she has f
ed it. He refused to let Zev see that Day
wooden door of the private
interruption. He opened his mou
ing room through the open doorway. His g
s stoppe
coat she had on this morning. But her face was complete
was no
e man leaned in, pouring wine into Dayami's
at rush straight to his head. T
demanding a divorce. And now she was here, la
line of sight. Zev l
at is une
of his wine glass. The thin cr
st. She wanted a divorce. She had a new man. She was secu
sy and rage mixed into a toxic sludge in his veins
to do?" Zev asked,
kept his eyes fixed on the
man smile
aped loudly against the floorboard
said. His voice wa
s strides were long and purposeful. H
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