We both worked at the kitchen table, our laptop keyboards click clacking in synchronicity. We worked for three hours straight, pausing only for coffee and to answer text messages. My mother messaged me three times, asking the name of my new husband, and would I consider wearing white to my wedding replay, even though it was 'inappropriate'. I ignored all her messages except the last one.
'You ok? Where are you? I'm calling the police if you don't get back to me in 5.'
I called her so she could hear my voice, and told her I was fine.
"Where are you?"
"In a house in Serendipity Bend."
"Oh my God! The Bend! Tell me, is the house huge?"
"No."
"Of course it is. All the homes in The Bend are huge. Wait, it does belong to your husband, doesn't it?"
"Yes." I caught Zac glancing at me.
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