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Scott, how about you let us use your tablet while you’re busy moving furniture? We are in the kitchen. Oh, wait, got any donuts left? Good. We can use that too.”

She pulled back the chair next to mine and sat, a Cheshire cat smile on her face. I got up and went to grab my coffee mug, my hands shaking so badly I spilled coffee on my sleeve.

Scott arrived in no time, all smiles until he looked at me. He rested his open tablet on the kitchen table, next to a box from the donut shop he liked. He turned to look at me twice before he crossed the doorway. Did I look that bad? My hunger had disappeared, but not my sorrow.

Kassandra moved her chair closer to mine, pulled a sugarcoated donut from the box, and then slid the open tablet to face us. She bit into the donut, and a fine white powder landed on the tablet. She wiped it with her finger and then swiped the screen.

It came alive, showing a scene. What do you know? A previously recorded special from our local channel. Kassandra turned up the volume. I felt her eyes on me.

My heart somersaulted, and I grasped my mug with both hands. There was Tristan, sleek and gorgeous in black, being interviewed by a lovely blonde who reminded me of Celine, Sunny’s daughter. Showy jewelry, fancy fitted top.

“Here you have it,” she said into her handheld microphone. “Tristan Dumont is offering a ten-thousand-dollar reward to anyone with information leading to the arrest of Angelique Dumont who may be traveling under the name of Pauline Chervais.”

A photo of Angelique flashed on the screen along with other information on who to contact and how to remain anonymous. Voices and car engines could be heard in the background. Then the screen faded back to the program in progress. I put my head down, I wasn’t going to cry or whine in front of Kassandra or anyone else for that matter. But truth be told, I was damn proud of Tristan Dumont.

“Hey, girlfriend, all this happened last night. How come you don’t know about it?”

I shrugged. Cleared my throat. Sooner or later she’d figure it out, or maybe she already did. “Where was that interview done?” I asked.

“According to Kay that’s outside Dale Wolf’s house. Makes sense because in the original footage you could see a small crowd of people surrounding Tristan and the reporter. The cameraman turned the lenses on Tristan and the chick interviewing him, but you can still hear some hecklers shouting, ‘Tristan, I love you,’ in the background. One screamed, ‘I want to have your baby.’ It didn’t hurt that they know he’s a millionaire.”

“He is?” I asked like an idiot.

“Okay, that’s it. I don’t know what happened between you two. You’re going to eat a donut, and I’m going to do you a reading. Way overdue if you ask me. We need to figure out what comes next and stop sniffling. Eat.”

I looked up. She had a powdered sugar mustache. I couldn’t help but smile.

I spent the following two hours watching Kassandra read my tarot cards. Deep down I doubted she was telling me the truth. Perhaps she was sugarcoating my future just as the baker did to enhance plain donuts.

Just to put the last nail in the coffin, as they say in America, she also showed me the Facebook page set up by a group of Tristan’s fans. The photos of the man I loved and lost had been taken unbeknownst to him—I could tell—around the outside of his house, or driving his Land Rover, or with Alexander.

“See?” Kassandra said. “Your man is famous. The little old ladies want him as a son, and the young girls all want him as a lover.”

“Can they do that?” I asked.

“Do what? Want to sleep with him? Of course they can. Why? Haven’t you been drooling over him since day one?”

Blood rushed to my face. I had actually meant if they could just make up a page with his name without permission. Not that it really mattered at this point. I obviously was no longer in the picture. What picture?

I went to the bathroom and saw my face again. It didn’t get any better. I looked scary. It was close to noon, better leave and go back to my hiding place.

At least I wouldn’t need to explain or pretend. I could be my sorry stupid dreamer and count the ways I had managed to destroy the best thing that had ever happened to me.

Kassandra was sitting at her desk, talking on the phone. Scott must have been in the back. I didn’t know. I could hear other agents talking and laughing, hanging around the furniture movers. I waved my hand at Kassandra and quickly left. If she tried to catch me, it would be too late.

I parked my car, and when I turned around Brenda was standing by the open garage. “There you are,” she said in a forced joyful tone. “Are you coming in? We are getting ready to eat a late lunch. Why don’t you join us?”

Hadn’t she noticed my face?

“Who is we?” I asked.

“Your favorite auntie and Dior,” she said. “Come on. Cheer up. We are celebrating.”

“Celebrating what?” I will not mention Tristan. I will not mention Tristan.

“Tommy’s new job.”

“What? Wait. Is Tommy here?”

“No. Oh, I see what you’re concerned about. It’s just us. I thought you’d be more excited.”

“Why would I be excited?” I said, following along to her back door.

“About Tristan’s reward. And how quickly it paid off.”

“Wait, wait. What paid off, and how come everyone knew about it except me?”

“You didn’t know?” The minute I stepped into her house I could smell something baking. Chicken? The whole place was warm and welcoming.

Dior rushed over and nearly knocked me to the ground. I guessed yesterday’s excursion was a success. I scratched behind his ears, and his wet tongue on my cheek cheered me up. My cell phone had been pinging

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