It was raining. Annalise Reso supposed that it fit her dark mood nicely. She sat on the window seat in her attic bedroom
on the third floor, staring out into the darkness beyond. Watching as rain drops pelted the glass pane. She wore only a
tank top and a pair of panties, her knees were tucked underneath her chin. The ashtray next to her was rapidly filling,
almost overflowing with discarded cigarette butts. Dark streaks of black mascara stained her smooth cheeks...a
consequence of previously shed tears.
Her tears had since stopped. She didn't think she could cry anymore. Besides, self-pity was not high on her list of
attributes. The time she had spent earlier in the evening, dwelling on her insecurities, had been a rare indulgence...a brief
lapse of character. She would not allow herself to shed another tear for him. He had turned her perfectly manicured life
upside down, and he didn't have any knowledge of it. Oh, it began innocently enough. Her thoughts shifted direction,
taking her back to the beginning...and the events that had ultimately brought her to this maddening emotional state...
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