I went to go see her.
Her chair was empty.
She'd deserted me.
I had no one now.
I had so much to tell her.
How I'd explained to the police that I hadn't been to work because personal issues.
How I'd left the day he was murdered.
They think it may have been murder.
They also think it's possible that his aneurysm ruptured, causing such a headache that had made him crazy with pain.
It's happened before, they said.
I had to tell her how Maddox had left me.
But she wasn't here.
She was gone.
She'd deserted me.
Now you really are alone.
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Short Story"How are you?" she asked, lightly tapping a finger against the upholstery of the armchair. A small smile played on her lips, but her eyes flashed with an opposite intensity I hadn't had time to name. "Fine," I answered, working to replicate the fami...
