I laughed every time. I believed her, too, because we’d built a beautiful, comfortable life together. He was my rock and my confidant.
I believed her, too.
That evening, we were getting ready for one of Marion’s formal dinner parties at her house. She hosted twice a year, and the invitations were the kind you didn’t miss.
I was standing at the vanity, fastening my second gold earring, when Ethan called up the stairs.
« You almost ready, Clar? I’m going to pull the car out! »
She hosted twice a year.
« Two minutes, » I called back.
« That’s what you said 10 minutes ago! »
« That’s because I meant it 10 minutes ago! »
I heard him laugh, then the click of the front door.
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