A clean slash in each one.<\/p>\n
I backed away.<\/p>\n
Someone had done it recently.<\/p>\n
Very recently.<\/p>\n
I looked toward the street.<\/p>\n
A car was parked across from our house.<\/p>\n
No headlights.<\/p>\n
Engine running.<\/p>\n
I couldn\u2019t see the driver.<\/p>\n
Then the car moved.<\/p>\n
Slowly.<\/p>\n
It passed my house without speeding up.<\/p>\n
As it came beneath the streetlight, I saw the driver\u2019s face.<\/p>\n
Leonard.<\/p>\n
My husband.<\/p>\n
He was supposed to be asleep upstairs.<\/p>\n
I watched his car disappear around the corner.<\/p>\n
For several seconds, I couldn\u2019t move.<\/p>\n
Then I heard a whisper behind me.<\/p>\n
\u201cGloria.\u201d<\/p>\n
I turned.<\/p>\n
Mrs. Alvarez stood at the side gate.<\/p>\n
This time she wasn\u2019t pretending to have lost a watering can.<\/p>\n
She held a flashlight in one hand and a small paper grocery bag in the other.<\/p>\n
\u201cCome with me,\u201d she whispered.<\/p>\n
\u201cI can\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou can.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy car\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLeonard\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow do you know?\u201d<\/p>\n
She stepped closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause he\u2019s been doing this longer than you think.\u201d<\/p>\n
My throat tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cDoing what?\u201d<\/p>\n
She glanced toward the street.<\/p>\n
Then back at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWatching.\u201d<\/p>\n
She reached into the grocery bag and pulled out a folded piece of paper.<\/p>\n
\u201cI found this in my mailbox.\u201d<\/p>\n
I opened it.<\/p>\n
My name was written across the front.<\/p>\n
GLORIA HAYES<\/strong><\/p>\n Underneath it were three words.<\/p>\n LEAVE HER ALONE.<\/strong><\/p>\n I looked up.<\/p>\n \u201cWho wrote this?\u201d<\/p>\n Mrs. Alvarez\u2019s face had gone pale.<\/p>\n \u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n A car engine sounded in the distance.<\/p>\n We both turned toward the street.<\/p>\n Mrs. Alvarez grabbed my wrist.<\/p>\n \u201cNot here.\u201d<\/p>\n She pulled me through the side gate and into her backyard.<\/p>\n I nearly fell.<\/p>\n \u201cWhere are we going?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cMy house.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cLeonard will see.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHe won\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHow do you know?\u201d<\/p>\n She looked at me with an expression I had never seen before.<\/p>\n \u201cBecause I\u2019ve spent the last two weeks making sure he doesn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n We crossed her backyard in darkness.<\/p>\n Her wind chime trembled above us.<\/p>\n Spoons tapped against one another.<\/p>\n For thirty-eight years, I\u2019d heard that sound from my kitchen window.<\/p>\n I\u2019d never once wondered what it meant.<\/p>\n Tonight it sounded like a warning.<\/p>\n We entered her house through the garage.<\/p>\n Inside, everything smelled like coffee and lavender.<\/p>\n Her kitchen light was already on.<\/p>\n There were two mugs on the table.<\/p>\n One steaming.<\/p>\n One cold.<\/p>\n I stared at the cold one.<\/p>\n \u201cWho was here?\u201d<\/p>\n Mrs. Alvarez closed the blinds.<\/p>\n \u201cMy niece.\u201d<\/p>\n I looked at her.<\/p>\n \u201cYou don\u2019t have a niece.\u201d<\/p>\n She stopped.<\/p>\n Then smiled sadly.<\/p>\n \u201cI didn\u2019t say I had a niece.\u201d<\/p>\n My stomach dropped.<\/p>\n \u201cWho are you?\u201d<\/p>\n She took a chair.<\/p>\n \u201cSit down, Gloria.\u201d<\/p>\n I didn\u2019t.<\/p>\n She opened a drawer and removed a thick manila envelope.<\/p>\n Then she placed it on the table.<\/p>\n \u201cYour husband has been lying to you for a long time.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n She shook her head.<\/p>\n \u201cYou don\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n She opened the envelope.<\/p>\n Inside were photographs.<\/p>\n At first, they seemed ordinary.<\/p>\n Leonard outside the machine shop.<\/p>\n Leonard at the grocery store.<\/p>\n Leonard sitting in his truck.<\/p>\n Then I saw one of our house.<\/p>\n Taken from the street.<\/p>\n Another showed Leonard standing beside my Buick.<\/p>\n Another showed him talking to a man I didn\u2019t recognize.<\/p>\n Then Mrs. Alvarez placed the final photograph on the table.<\/p>\n It was a picture of me.<\/p>\n Standing outside the women\u2019s shelter.<\/p>\n My hands went numb.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019ve never been there.\u201d<\/p>\n She looked at me.<\/p>\n \u201cYes, you have.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou drove there.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cBut I never got out.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n She tapped the photograph.<\/p>\n \u201cThat\u2019s what makes this so important.\u201d<\/p>\n I stared at it.<\/p>\n There I was.<\/p>\n Standing beside the Buick.<\/p>\n Looking at the building.<\/p>\n The photograph was taken from behind a fence.<\/p>\n A timestamp was printed across the bottom.<\/p>\n 2:17 A.M.<\/strong><\/p>\n My mouth went dry.<\/p>\n \u201cWho took this?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cSomeone who was following you.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cLeonard?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThen who?\u201d<\/p>\n Mrs. Alvarez looked toward the dark window.<\/p>\n \u201cThe question isn\u2019t who took the photograph.\u201d<\/p>\n She slid another picture toward me.<\/p>\n \u201cThe question is who paid for it.\u201d<\/p>\n I looked at the photograph.<\/p>\n Then at her.<\/p>\n \u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n She didn\u2019t answer.<\/p>\n Instead, she reached into the envelope and pulled out a photocopy of a bank transaction.<\/p>\n The name on it made my entire body go cold.<\/p>\n It wasn\u2019t Leonard.<\/p>\n It wasn\u2019t a stranger.<\/p>\n It was someone I hadn\u2019t seen in nineteen years.<\/p>\n Someone I had believed was dead.<\/p>\n Celia.<\/p>\n My sister.<\/p>\n I looked at the paper again.<\/p>\n ACCOUNT HOLDER: CELIA MARIE HAYES<\/strong><\/p>\n My hands started shaking.<\/p>\n \u201cCelia died.\u201d<\/p>\n Mrs. Alvarez nodded.<\/p>\n \u201cThat\u2019s what you were told.\u201d<\/p>\n The room seemed to tilt.<\/p>\n I whispered, \u201cWho told me?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cLeonard.\u201d<\/p>\n I couldn\u2019t speak.<\/p>\n Mrs. Alvarez took my hand.<\/p>\n \u201cAnd Gloria\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n Her voice softened.<\/p>\n \u201cYour sister is alive.\u201d<\/p>\n The wind chime outside suddenly began banging against itself.<\/p>\n And somewhere down the street, a car door slammed.<\/p>\n Mrs. Alvarez looked toward the window.<\/p>\n Then she whispered the words that changed everything.<\/p>\n \u201cShe\u2019s been trying to reach you for nineteen years.\u201d<\/p>\n A clean slash in each one. I backed away. Someone had done it recently. Very recently. I looked toward the street. A car was parked across from our house. 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