The lie. Of course. In Nicolette’s world, the “lifestyle” was always behind the fake wall, the wrong door, the mirror that wasn’t a mirror. I grabbed my bag, left the car, and pushed through the gate. The cornstalks scraped my arms like skeletal fingers. Fifty yards in, the light resolved into something impossible: a full-size door, standing alone in the middle of the field, painted powder pink, with a brass knocker shaped like a drama mask.
End.
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