d narrowed her eyes. "What's so funny? Did you final

pstairs, my movements stiff and

ate hand to her forehead. "Oh," she breathed, her voice suddenly faint.

t, his face etched with concern. "Sarah? Are you okay? Here, sit down

just standing there for? Get her a glass of water. And don'

ess. I hadn't done anything but exist in the same room. The power

and walked towards the kitchen, my back straight, my head hel

ning through my body. When I returned, Sarah was leaning against E

eading for his attention, showing some kind of emotional reaction. This quiet compliance, this shell of a woman, was new. For a

said softly, taking a sma

azine just last month. It was a near-perfect match to a simpler, less extravagant one Ethan had given me for our first anniversary. His gift to me

an version of the real thing. I stood there, invisible, as h