Tamsin came out onto the lawn, wiping dust from her hands.

“That’s everything.

Anything else?”

“One thing,” I said, and nodded toward the house.

Chapter 6 — The X

In the center of the empty living room, still hanging on the one wall we had left untouched, was our wedding portrait — five feet of it, Camden smiling in a velvet tuxedo with his arm around a version of me who had believed every word he ever said.

I handed the baby to Tamsin, took a red permanent marker out of my bag, walked up to the canvas, and drew a single hard X across my husband’s triumphant painted face.