entered the shop and bought the remaining flowers.
“Would you like them wrapped?” the clerk asked.
“No, thank you.”
I reached the theater carrying the bouquet.
The seat beside mine was empty, so I placed the flowers there.
My phone remained silent inside my handbag.
No one could track my location.
No executive expected me to answer an emergency call.
No husband believed that no matter how carelessly he destroyed the house, I would remain among the ashes waiting to rebuild it.
When the lights dimmed, I did not think
