The Secret Life She Hid

r his. Every photo on the wall, every piece of furniture they had picked out toget

her voice laced with an accus

lking past her into his of

ew identity. Olivia had already sent him a link to a contact, a specialist in a grey area of the law who could procure documents for people who needed to vanish. I

over. She cornered him in the kitche

m. "I know things seem... confusing right now. Sarah i

fe for five years, and felt a surge of contempt. "Does she?" he asked, his

aw the new hardness in his eye

, discreet. He took Ethan's photo, his fingerprints, and a signature. In two weeks, he would have a new passport, a new driver's license, and a new social secur

of a foreign country, a place where no one would know his name or his st

up for him, a frantic look in her eyes. The days o

ng his path to the stairs. "You've been so

of a loving wife. It was almost impressive. "I'm just tired, Sarah

t. "I can explain everything. He's an old friend who is going through a me

e. He just stared at her until she looked aw

d," he said, wal

he probably thought she had weathered the storm, that her lies had held, that he was too

n," she whispered

g the warmth of her body next to him like a scorchin

stand. A text from Olivia. `Final arrangements

's texting you so late?" she aske

st a work email," he said

n. He lay awake for a long time, listening to the sound of his wife sleeping peaceful