She opened her eyes, and saw from the satellite television box that it was almost two A.M. She had not expected Cory would stay the night; had been puzzled when he did not leave. Cory held his shoes in one hand and moved with great stealth. Kate pretended to be asleep, keeping her breathing normal. She had the impression he had stopped to look at her. It took everything she had to stay still. The feeling passed. A creak of wood told her he was taking the lower staircase to the basement. He would go out the back door, so she would not wake up. It was suddenly hard to imagine that she and Cory were man and wife. Legally, she supposed, they weren’t. Kate wondered where he was going. She wondered if she cared. Her stomach dropped and her eyes grew hot with tears. She held them in, in case he could hear. It was real now—her marriage, her fake marriage, was over. Two hours ago she would have said good. Now she was panicked, wondering if she’d made a terrible mistake, and she had to bite her knuckles and shove her face into a pillow to stop herself from running after him, from begging him to talk to her, to work things out.
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