He had left his pajamas at the foot of the bed. He started toward the high-backed chair which sat angled in one corner of the room, but halted as he passed a small mirror on the wall. Are you happy? Static. “I’ve been thinking Mark: Do you love me?”
“Karen, I don’t quite follow. Drops of water fell from its end, landing on her shoulder and disappearing in the cotton of her hoodie. What happened then?”
“Look down.”
She did, and noticed the funny angle the car set at, and the decimated tire at her feet. When she spoke, her voice trembled, but was otherwise carefully neutral. Once in their room, he dropped his suitcase on the first bed and hers on the second. The sight further agitated the something stirring deep within her, and she hurried to the bathroom, hoping the shower would settle her mind. Out of the corner of her suitcase she pulled out one of those books with a lanky woman in Victorian dress pressed firmly to a nearly naked and ridiculously muscled man adorning the
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