That night, I didn't sleep a wink.

The next morning, when Simon Howe woke up, I still hadn't figured out how to face him, so I pretended to be asleep.

The bed dipped slightly on one side.

Simon Howe sat on the edge, watching me quietly for a while, then got up and left.

It was the weekend, and if he had to work overtime, Simon Howe would usually let me know in advance.

But this time, he didn't.

I put on my prosthetic, changed into a long skirt, and called a cab, following closely behind Simon Howe’s car.

Our destination was a grand city theater.

When I saw the...