The drive to Pyreshore, listening to my favorite nineties’ tunes, gave me plenty of time to think. In my existence, I’d learned that evil could lurk behind unassuming, delightful things. Buildings, towns, and especially handsome men. A pretty face could be an invitation into iniquity.
My attempt at easing my loneliness caused my sanguineous predicament. When I met Dimitri, I’d just ended a torrid affair with one of my supervisors. If I had clung to my rule against workplace romances, I would have never gotten mixed up with a married man.
The fool had said he was separated. He failed to say the separation was in miles only. His wife was a professor on sabbatical in Europe. As soon as she returned, he kicked my stupid ass to the curb.
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