My husband burned my only decent dress, so I couldn’t attend his promotion party.

He didn’t look at the door.

He didn’t ask where I was.

Why would I do it?

As far as he was concerned, I wasn’t going to go.

Then the music stopped.

Not gradually, but completely.

That kind of silence that makes people turn around before they even know why.

The lights dimmed and then disappeared completely, leaving continue reading …