The Perfect Lie
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and. She could have sworn for a single, fleeting second that she'd been elsewhere-somewhere ordinary, but not quite. When sh
use. No-th
ut something inside her twisted whenever she heard the words. She didn't recall
It was only a matter of time. She had been involved in
more she realized how much was lost; th
immaculate-white walls and neatly stacked bookshelves, and curtains were pulled open just
hey looked back at her. The sizes were correct, but they all felt alien. She stroked the so
th
icate, elegant pieces. A wedding ring glimmered in the light,ed her they
miling upon a beach, of a wedding at an iso
dn't fe
to bring a memory out from the depths of her mind, but
tap on the door
voice was smooth
ring back into the draw
sp navy slacks and a white fitted shirt. His dark hair was perfectly styled, s
ke coffee. Thought
mpting to smile.
d. The pressure made her tense,
," he said, before headi
out a slo
ng wasn
till refused what she was being shown. If she had lived there, if
to kno
idily stacked books. Classic novels were in the majority, a few bestsellers. She ran
out, opening t
d Ethan. Laughing, sm
ething
a sun-drenched garden, wearing a flower-prin
the photo, a shiver at
t recall
to photo of herself reclining on a picnic
ightened in
hting was incorrect. The background wasn't even at the same locatio
eath h
raphs were
re fabr
ag
truck her with a
e album shut,
was a fa
the truth. She went to the closet, pulling open the doors. Clothes hung row
ne vacant hanger on t
had been t
gers tracing the image w
consider it, a voice c
en
s Eth
tepping away from the closet. Whatever this wa
to the kitch
pouring two cups of coffee
id, handing her a cup.
stiffly. "
ing her head. For an instant, the heat ground
ching her. "I was thinking we could t
mple. But within, she knew that Ethan n
he said c
to sweep a strand of hair behind her
t not to
u to feel at ho
swall
o
d felt
es on the kitchen window. Outside it, th
elt
d the pho
re she could trus
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