“Who…?” I wasn’t sure if the word was audible. “Who are you?”
Her smile faded as she adjusted a necklace with a large solitary diamond in the reflection. “You know who I am.”
I shook my head. The pieces weren’t falling into place.
“I’m the woman Van loves, the only one he’s ever loved.”
Her smile reminded me of a cartoon—too large and too exaggerated.
This woman wasn’t real. She was a caricature in my mind.
“Van…” I could barely form the word. Everything was losing focus. “You’re…?”
“You know who I am,” she said again. “I’m Madison.”
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