🔑 Bonus Scene
The Second Phone
Claire
I found the second phone the way you find most terrible things: while looking for something ordinary. A charger. That is all I wanted. A charger.
It was taped to the underside of his desk drawer, warm from a message that had arrived while I stood there deciding whether I was the kind of woman who reads it.
I am, as it turns out. And what I learned in the next four minutes rearranged eleven years of marriage into a shape I did not recognize — and, worse, one that finally made sense.
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