The email arrives on a rainy Tuesday afternoon.
*Subject: Alumni Update - Lena Cho*
I stare at the photo of her smiling with her husband and toddler, her hair shorter now, her eyes no longer haunted.
Kieran walks in, smelling of autumn and expensive cologne. "What's that, love?"
I close the laptop with a smile. "Nothing important."
When he kisses me, I can still taste the obedience on his lips.
*Happily ever after, indeed.*