The Wife He Hid in the Kitchen
Lenore began the separation without turning it into a spectacle.
Crispin came back to the house one afternoon to collect a few things — no tuxedo this time, no Odette.
He walked into the kitchen and saw the formal table was no longer set.
“Is there really nothing I can do?” he asked.
Lenore stood by the sink.
For a moment the scene looked too much like the night of the gala — except there were no stacked dishes in front of her, and her hands were dry.