Today’s six are from the novel I’m currently querying, The Lone Wolf. The MC, Kasey, arrives home and finds a hand-delivered letter stuck in her front door.
I set the letter aside and studied the photos. Their low-quality fuzziness indicated they’d been taken with a webcam, but I could still clearly discern two people intimately engaged. As I focused on the images, my smile faded. One figure was my husband David. Although his face wasn’t visible in the photos, after almost ten years together I’d have recognized his stocky frame anywhere.
The other figure, the female, was not me.
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