At the sound of my voice her eyes flew open, bloodshot, pupils wide.

And the instant she recognized me, the terror turned into something worse — shame, total and crushing.

She let out a broken sound and pushed herself backward until her spine hit the base of the sofa.

“No — no — you weren’t supposed to see this,” she wept, hiding her face in her hands.

“You weren’t supposed to know.

Please, Marlo, go.” “She was afraid you’d look at her the exact way you’re looking now,” Dr.