When I returned home, I found her sitting on the couch, finishing her wine. Her eyes met mine as I walked in.
- Tom is nice, she said.
I nodded absentmindedly, as I watched her thoughtfully.
- Why don't you go up to bed, it's late? I said, noticing her stifling a small yawn. - I need to send some emails.
She nodded and went upstairs. I stood still, just watching as she climbed the stairs.
Could I be mistaken about what happened in the past? I quickly pushed that thought away. She has a daughter, which only proves that everything was true. She told me she was on birth control, so she clearly got pregnant by her boyfriend soon after faking her death.
After sending the emails that could have waited until morning, I poured myself a large glass of whiskey and sat in one of the office chai
