SCARLET ♠️
I told Noah I had a client consultation.
It was Tuesday, plausible, specific, the kind of lie that has enough texture to it that it doesn’t require elaboration. A client in Midtown, a design review, it might run long, don’t wait on dinner. I said it at breakfast with my coffee in one hand and my phone in the other and my eyes on the schedule I had pulled up on screen, and Noah looked up from his newspaper and said of course, let me know if you need the car and went back to reading.
I stood at the kitchen counter and thought about the woman I was becoming and whether she was someone I recognized and concluded that she was, more than I had been in years, actually, which was its own complicated thing to sit with.
Ray had sent the address at nine PM the night before. A hotel ba
