The Perfect Wife Walked Away
Every variable, every angle, every possible outcome; all of it calculated to produce exactly this result.
The cable above me groaned. Louder than before. A sound like a scream, almost — the sound of metal under stress reaching the end of its endurance. I felt myself drop again, and this time the swing didn't fully stabilize. I was listing now — tilted slightly to the right, maybe five degrees from vertical, ten at the apex of each oscillation. The mercury shift was closer. So close.
I stopped looking at Adam. I stopped looking at David. I stopped looking at Lily.