She isn’t who she says she is.
Under that, a phone number.
One word.
Detective.
I read it again. Then again.
No alternate meaning appeared.
I didn’t sleep.
I lay beside my wife and stared into the dark while memory started rearranging itself. Her job. Her travel. The vague explanations. The calls in other rooms. The office I had never seen. The coworkers continue reading …
