My name is Emily Carter. I used to believe my marriage to Daniel Carter was a “stable” one—not passionate like in the movies,…
1. The Cat Appears Everything began in the most ordinary way—almost amusing. About a month earlier, on a crisp early autumn morning, I…
FOUR WOMEN AT THE FUNERAL CHAPTER 1: THE PERFECT HUSBAND My name is Elizabeth Miller. My husband, Jonathan Miller, and I had been…
THE DOORBELL NEXT DOOR CHAPTER 1: THE QUIET HOUSEKEEPER My name is Margaret Wilson. That year, I was thirty-eight years old, living with…
CHAPTER 1: THE DAY THE HOUSE STOPPED BEING MINE My name is Emily Carter. If it hadn’t been for that afternoon, I might…
ROOM 505 – A PLAY WITH NO AUDIENCE I learned the room number—505—on a rainy afternoon. Not from intuition.Not from blind suspicion—the kind…
THE HAIR TIE IN HIS SUIT POCKET Every day was the same. I stood in the kitchen, holding a wooden spoon, listening to…
ONE CASUAL QUESTION—AND I DISCOVERED MY HUSBAND AND MY BEST FRIEND WERE HAVING AN AFFAIR I never imagined that one day, I—the kind…
THE APPLE ON THE BEDSIDE My name is Emily Carter. If someone had asked me ten years ago, “Emily, what do you think…
THE WHITE BEDSHEETS I used to think my husband was the cleanest man I had ever known. Not obsessively neat. Not the kind…