I almost believed him. Almost.
But from the moment Claire set foot in our house, I knew I was right.
***
The party was set for six. Claire showed up hours earlier with a bouquet of tulips. She kissed Mark’s cheek like she’d just popped out for milk.
« You’re taking it the wrong way. I promise. »
Then she looked right past me.
« These go in the blue vase, » she said.
She went straight to the cabinet and removed a blue vase I had never paid much notice to before. No searching. No asking.
That was the first moment I wondered how often Claire had pictured herself back inside this house.
She went straight to the cabinet
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