Evelyn's POVI heard the door click, his feet on the stairs, and then nothing. The house went silent; I lay there on Cherry's floor with my hand pressed to my stomach and my blood warm under my back, and I waited for the door to open again.I counted. I did not mean to, but I counted, the way you count when your mind cannot hold anything bigger. One, two, three. My forehead was cold, and my arm would not lift properly, so I counted with my breath instead."Liam," I said, out loud, to the ceiling; the word came out thin and cracked. I pinched the skin on the back of my hand, hard, until it hurt, hard enough that a small red mark came up. I wanted it to be a dream; I wanted to wake up in my cold bed in that big house with the sun on the wall and the space beside me, and be angry about it, and be alive. I pinched again. The pain was real, the blood under my back was real, and it was spreading. My husband had carried another woman out of this room in his arms and left me here. That was
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