Lena stared at her reflection in the dark TV screen. She heard the front door open. Marcus was home early. She heard him humming—that little tune he hummed while making pasta. The clink of his keys in the bowl. The soft pad of his footsteps.
The screen went black.
“I tried to leave,” she whispered.
The third tape. A woman with short dark hair, freckles. She didn’t wait for the question. Girlfriend Tapes
She stood up. Smoothed her shirt. Walked to the bedroom door. Lena stared at her reflection in the dark TV screen