Arthur Mendoza — The Morgue Wedding Mystery
That is why I’m asking you not to contact her.”
When she left, the television in my room showed an advertisement for a honeymoon resort.
A smiling couple stood on a white beach holding hands.
I reached for the remote and turned it off.
I wasn’t ready to think about how easily I had let someone into the space my first wife had left behind.
I was only ready to think about getting home.
PART 8