SUNDAY, AUGUST 18, 2013
EVENING
She’s on the floor in the kitchen. She’s bleeding, butI don’t think it’s serious. He hasn’t finished it. I’mnot really sure what he’s waiting for. I suppose it’snot easy for him. He did love her, once.
I was upstairs, putting Evie down, and I wasthinking that this is what I wanted, isn’t it? Rachelwill be gone at last, once and for all, never to return.
This is what I dreamed about happening. Well, notexactly this, obviously. But I did want her gone. Idreamed of a life without Rachel, and now I couldhave one. It would be just the three of us, me andTom and Evie, like it should be.
For just a moment, I let myself enjoy the fantasy,but then I looked down at my sleeping daughter andI knew that was all it was. A fantasy. I kissed myfinger and touched it to her perfect lips and I knewthat we would never be safe. I would never be safe,because I know, and he won’t be able to trust me.
And who’s to say another Megan won’t come along?
Or—worse—another Anna, another me?
I went back downstairs and he was sitting at thekitchen table, drinking a beer. I couldn’t see her atfirst, but then I n............