The drive took forty minutes.They sat in the back of a black car that Nora did not recognize — not a rental, not the kind of hired car her family used for occasions, but something quieter and more permanent. The driver had not been introduced to her. He drove without being directed, which meant he knew where they were going and had known before the wedding ended, and Nora watched the city thin out through the window and thought about what that meant.The groom — her husband — sat beside her and looked at his phone.She had expected, perhaps, conversation. Or silence, but a pointed, uncomfortable silence — the kind that announces itself. What she got instead was the silence of someone who simply was not performing anything. He looked at his phone. He made one call, brief and quiet. He put the phone away and looked out his own window and appeared, for all observable purposes, entirely settled within himself.She found it strange.She found many things about him strange.“You don’t have
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