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When Graham brought a frightened young woman into their quiet home, Claire thought their already fragile marriage had reached its breaking point, but the truth waiting upstairs was something she never could have imagined.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Twenty years of marriage had gone by in the blink of an eye. Our quiet suburban street, our blue front door, the kitchen where I still kept the chipped mug that had belonged to our daughter.<\/p>\n

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Our daughter, Lily, had been gone for three years now. I still set a plate for her by mistake sometimes.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Graham and I didn\u2019t talk about her anymore. We didn\u2019t talk about much, really, and I had convinced myself that we were just trying to get through the grief.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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He had been coming home late for nearly two months.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cYou\u2019re quiet tonight,\u201d I said one evening, passing him the salt.<\/p>\n

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\u201cLong day at the office,\u201d he answered.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cYou\u2019ve had a lot of those lately.\u201d<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cMm.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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That was the entire conversation. I told myself it was comfortable. I told myself comfortable was a kind of love, just a quieter version of the one we used to have.<\/p>\n

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He had been coming home late for nearly two months. New project, he said. New hires to train. I stopped asking after the third week because asking felt like begging.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Graham stood on the welcome mat, and behind him was a girl.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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Then, on a Thursday I will remember for the rest of my life, his key turned in the lock at six o\u2019clock sharp.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cHoney?\u201d he called from the hallway, his voice bright in a way that sounded rehearsed. \u201cCan you come down? I need to talk to you about something.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I wiped my hands on a dish towel and walked toward the front door. Graham stood on the welcome mat, his coat still buttoned, and behind him was a girl.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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A girl with something of my face in hers.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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She gave me a small, frightened smile.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cThis is Mia,\u201d he said, and his eyes slid away from mine. \u201cShe works at the office. She had trouble at her apartment today. She just needs somewhere safe to sleep for a little while.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I stared at her mouth, her gray-green eyes, the stubborn cowlick near her temple.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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She gave me a small, frightened smile.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cHi,\u201d she whispered. \u201cI\u2019m really sorry to impose.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cHow old are you?\u201d I managed.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cEighteen.\u201d<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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I touched Graham\u2019s sleeve and drew him into the hallway.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Mia was hugging her elbows, blinking too fast, trying to be small.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cGraham. What is this? Who is she?\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cClaire, please.\u201d His voice dropped. \u201cShe turned up at my office this afternoon in pieces. Locked out, nowhere to go. I didn\u2019t have time to call you. I swear I\u2019ll explain everything. Tonight, after she\u2019s asleep. Just look at her.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I looked. Mia was hugging her elbows, blinking too fast, trying to be small. Whatever this was, she had not asked to be standing in a stranger\u2019s doorway.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cTonight,\u201d I said. \u201cNot tomorrow.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Mia moved through our house like a ghost, afraid of waking the floorboards.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cTonight,\u201d he agreed.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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He picked up her suitcase, his hand finding the small of her back. Mia ducked her head as she passed, and for one strange second I caught a flash of something in her eyes that looked almost like recognition.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Then she went upstairs, into the guest room that used to be Lily\u2019s.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Mia moved through our house like a ghost, afraid of waking the floorboards. Quiet steps. Closed doors. A whispered thank-you every time I handed her a towel.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cWhere did you grow up?\u201d<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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At dinner that first night, Graham would not look at me.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cSo, Mia,\u201d I said, keeping my voice light. \u201cWhere did you grow up?\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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