Escape From His Perfect Lie
lay open on the marble island, Ethan' s face sm
an Hayes: The Future is No
ad detailed his latest
cript by Sarah' s favorite obscur
rand gesture of devotion to h
o the modern
is jaw on the photograph, her
, the visionary, the man who had every
"Mrs. Hayes, what's it like being marrie
ight words, felt like an act
vast expanse of glass and st
they c
of the marble throu
ike a beautifu
that small literary magazine she once
ve, designed for an
to Columbia, to the in
marked for Wall Stree
e up" a lucrative internshi
s with patrons, had been hers, a half-formed tho
t, molded it,
oud then, a li
her of that time,
always brough
ry academic who lived modestly, had
n her rock, o
he bills that seemed to appear from now
no one else was," he' d say, his v
ed with something else, something she couldn't qui
dness, a past "sacrifice
the manuscript bid
another way to ensure the world saw Eth
ished, supportive
ght of his public perfection set
wrote about escape, about f
ndersto