“I’m not going to make you do anything. At least, nothing that you don’t want to do, that you haven’t already done.” I thought he would smile as he referred obliquely to the times that I couldn’t help but beg for his lovingly sadistic cruelties. Yet, he remained serious.
“Before you pine away the rest of your life, there’s something you need to see.” Miles held up a disc and dropped it in the DVD player. Grainy images popped up on the TV screen. “Take a good look at the decorations,” he said.
I did. It was New Year’s eve. People were partying in a bar. The herky-jerky images from a picture phone told a story of annual decadence. Then the phone slowly swung about the bar, and a familiar face leaped out. My husband. Kissing another woman.
I think I cried out, averted my eyes.
“You watch!
