gineering Consultant. Below it was a phone number. He had left without a word, a silent ghost who had delive
n, a bouquet of cheap, wilting carnations in his hand. He wore a
been so worried. I called and called, I went to your
ing but cold, hard revulsion. I could see the mechanics of his performance now-
id, my voice e
ch making my skin crawl. "She told me about... about the baby." He squeezed my hand, a parody of comf
The lie was so ef
loving girl who had walked into that club was gone, burned away by the truth.
lips into a semblance of a
ing a twin pregnancy, were still in my purse. I had told the doctors it was a single pregnancy, a lie of omission. Mark thought he had lost one
his shoulders relaxing. He thought
he said, reaching into hi
necklace. It was a gaudy, gold-plated thing with a clumsily cut piece of glass me
said, my voice a perfect
with himself. "I
w the weight of real gold, the fire of a real diamond. This was a cheap, hollow f
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