He Read His Mistress’s Love Letter at My Dinner Table. Then I Asked Him to Read the Bank Transfers.

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“That is not a feeling.”

“It is today.”

At Blackwood, the staff had removed Daniel’s remaining belongings from storage.

Mr. Bell asked what should be done with the portrait from our wedding.

It showed Daniel and me descending the church steps beneath an arch of white roses.

He looked at me in the photograph as if the world had narrowed to one person.

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