Where’s my stuff?” she asked, looking around at the paintings he had hung on the wall. “We decided to start new, put some of the paintings I have done on the wall. You know, get people you bring in to see my work. I have those paintings you wanted for your office ready to go too,” he said, indicating the two crates in the corner of the living room. Paige dropped her bag on the couch and headed into the small kitchen. She opened the refrigerator door and grabbed a bottle of red wine. Reaching for the wine glasses, she hesitated, her hand in mid-air. “Hey, pour me one too, would you babe?” Paige glanced over her shoulder and watched him go into the bedroom. She grabbed two of the glasses, wondering why they were different from the ones she remembered. As she poured the wine, she flashed on a shattered glass, wine flowing down the wall.
