"Know him?" she asked, frowning in confusion. "Why would I need to know him?”
"Simple," I said with a casual smile while searching in my bag for some evidence to help verify my identity, like my ID, which my father had arranged for me and now bore the surname Sallow alongside my name. I also carried with me the unlimited credit card with my name printed on it that Arthur had given me to fulfill each of my whims. Perhaps with the idea that I would never ask him for anything, along with a photograph of us taken when we signed the marriage certificate that bound us until one of us gave in or, in any case, died.
Then I took out my evidence, and although everything there was authentic, a strange fear overcame me at the thought that this woman might assume my evidence was fake and that I was a
