Chương 3
“Leave Edgar?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
Kristina looked toward the bedroom window.
The late afternoon light spilled across the floor, touching the edge of the white bed and the scattered gardening tools she had brought upstairs without anyone noticing.
“You have no idea what you married into.”
Nora shook her head.
“No.”
She stepped farther into the hallway.
“I have no idea what you all decided without me.”
A sound came from downstairs.
The front door opened.
Both women froze.
For a moment, neither breathed.
Then Edgar’s voice traveled through the house.
“Nora?”
Her stomach dropped.
Kristina closed her eyes briefly.
Not surprise.
Not confusion.
Recognition.
He was supposed to be home.
“You called him,” Nora whispered.
Kristina opened her eyes.
“No.”
The answer came too quickly.
Nora believed her.
And that frightened her more.
Because it meant Edgar’s arrival was part of something neither of them understood.
“Nora?” Edgar called again.
His footsteps moved across the entryway.
Slow.
Careful.
Like someone entering a room where they already knew there was a problem.
Kristina lowered her voice.
“Do not tell him what you saw.”
Nora stared at her.
“You’re protecting me now?”
“No.”
The honesty was immediate.
“I’m protecting what happens after.”
That sentence stayed between them.
A warning.
A confession.
A reminder that whatever was coming next had already started long before Nora opened the bedroom door.
Edgar appeared at the end of the hallway.
He stopped when he saw them.
His face changed almost instantly.
First confusion.
Then calculation.
Then something close to fear.
His eyes moved from Nora to Kristina.
Then to the fireplace tool on the floor.
Then to the bed.
He did not ask what happened.
That was the first thing Nora noticed.
A normal person would have asked.
A normal person would have looked terrified and demanded an explanation.
Edgar simply stood there.
Like someone arriving at the scene of an accident he had expected.
“What is going on?” he asked.
Nora laughed once.
The sound came out empty.
“You tell me.”
Edgar looked at Kristina.
“Why are you here?”
Kristina crossed her arms.
“You know why.”
“No.”
His voice became sharper.
“Not anymore.”
The response surprised Nora.
Kristina stared at him.
Something passed between them.
Not affection.
Not trust.
Something older.
A shared history built on things neither wanted exposed.
Edgar took one step forward.
Nora immediately raised her hand.
“Don’t.”
He stopped.
That small reaction hurt more than if he had ignored her.
Because he listened.
He knew she was afraid.
“You need to leave the room,” Edgar said.
Nora stared at him.
The same words.
Different person.
Different betrayal.
“You both keep saying that.”
Edgar’s jaw tightened.
“Nora.”
“No.”
Her voice shook, but she continued.
“You don’t get to manage me anymore.”
The hallway became silent.
Edgar looked away first.
That was unusual.
For years, Nora had mistaken his silence for patience.
Now she wondered if it had always been avoidance.
Kristina stepped closer to him.
“We need to handle this.”
Nora noticed the word.
Not explain.
Not fix.
Handle.
Like a problem.
Like paperwork.
Like something that could be contained.
“What happened to Heather?” Nora asked.
Edgar’s face changed.
The question landed harder than she expected.
Kristina looked at him.
Neither of them answered.
That silence was the confirmation Nora needed.
“You knew I would find out eventually.”
Edgar rubbed his forehead.
A familiar gesture.
One Nora had seen thousands of times.
Usually before he apologized.
Usually before he asked her to understand his side.
“Nora, this is complicated.”
“Everyone says that when the truth is simple and ugly.”
“That isn’t fair.”
She stared at him.
“Fair?”
The word almost made her angry enough to forget fear.
“You put a snake in my bed.”
Edgar looked toward the blanket.
His face tightened.
For the first time, real panic appeared.
Not performance.
Not calculation.
Real panic.
“What exactly did you do?” he asked Kristina.
Nora noticed.
He was not asking what she was talking about.
He was asking Kristina what she had done.
Kristina looked away.
“I was trying to solve the problem.”
Edgar’s voice dropped.
“You were supposed to talk to her.”
“I did.”
“No.”
Kristina looked at him.
“I tried.”
The exchange was brief.
Almost ordinary.
But Nora heard everything hidden inside it.
This was not the first conversation they had about her.
It was not the first plan.
It was not the first time her name had been used while she was somewhere else believing she was loved.
The pain arrived quietly.
That was the part she hated most.
She expected rage.
She expected screaming.
Instead, she felt a strange emptiness.
The kind that came when something you carried for years suddenly disappeared because you realized it had never been yours.
“My whole marriage,” Nora said softly.
Neither answered.
“My whole marriage was a conversation I wasn’t invited to.”
Edgar looked at her.
For a second, he looked like the man she had married.
The man who held her hand during hospital visits.
The man who danced badly in the kitchen when their favorite song played.
The man who cried when they lost their first pregnancy and then stopped talking about it afterward.
That memory hurt because it proved something complicated.
Not everything had been fake.
Some parts had been real.
And that made the betrayal harder.
“Nora,” Edgar said.
She shook her head.
“Don’t use that voice.”
“What voice?”
“The one you use when you want me to remember the good things before you tell me the bad ones.”
Edgar went quiet.
Kristina looked down.
For the first time that evening, Nora saw shame on her face.
Not enough.
Not nearly enough.
But some.
Then the blanket moved again.
The sound brought all three of them back to the room they were standing in.
The danger they had ignored.
Edgar took a slow step toward the bed.
Nora immediately moved between him and the doorway.
“No.”
He stopped.
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“Nora, that animal needs to be dealt with.”
The way he said animal made her skin crawl.
