There never had been.

I had married the fiction of a man.

Chapter 12 — Diane

The unknown number sent one more message, three days later: an address, a time, and a single line. Come alone if you want to know who truly saved you. I went — with plainclothes investigators watching from cars nearby, because I had finally, thoroughly learned not to walk into rooms alone.

At twelve minutes past eight, a woman sat down across from me, and it was Diane.