The Prank My Husband Left Me Was His Severed Hand
It had been long and thin, like it had been left by fingernails.
A woman's fingernails.
And the pearlescent button I had found in the washing machine the next morning...
If the man pretending to be Michael wasn't my husband at all, then whose button was that?
The door clicked open and Detective Logan walked back in, handing me a fresh cup of water.
"You mentioned earlier that on April Fools' Day, when that man was... intimate with you, you noticed an injury on his arm?"
I nodded frantically.
"On the inside of his left forearm. A fresh scratch, like it had just happened."