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PART 1 The thing about lying was that it got easier the more you needed it to be true. Mara Calloway had discovered this at age nine, when her father left and she told her class he was “traveling for work.” She had discovered it again at twenty-six, when her supervisor asked why she’d missed…

PART 1 The text arrived on a Tuesday. It was not meant for Nora. She knew this the moment she read it, because she had been married for six years and she knew her husband Cole Calloway’s phone number and she knew the numbers of the people who usually texted him: his colleague Patrick, his…

PART 1 Nora Voss signed the divorce papers on a Tuesday morning, in a notary office that smelled like toner and stale coffee, with a pen that ran out of ink halfway through her signature. She borrowed another pen from the notary, finished signing, and then sat for a moment in the hard plastic chair…

PART 1 The last person to notice Cara Wren was gone was the bartender. Not her mother, who had spent the evening steering Cara’s wheelchair through the reception hall with the tight smile of a woman managing a problem. Not her sister Josie, the bride, radiant in white and mercifully distracted by everything a bride…

PART 1 He left the house wearing a shirt I had never seen before. This was the first thing. Blue linen, pressed, the kind of blue that photographs well in soft outdoor lighting. James wore it with his good watch, the Omega he saved for occasions that mattered: weddings, board dinners, his father’s retirement party….

PART 1 The dress was the color of surrender. Ivory silk, fitted to the waist, falling in a clean line to the floor. Sofia Varelli had chosen it herself, which was the only act of rebellion she’d been allowed this week. Her father had approved it with a single nod and returned to his phone…

PART 1 The ticket said Gate 14. Cara Ashford had looked at it three times before leaving the taxi at JFK because she knew, from sixteen hours of trying to settle a colicky infant while her employer and his wife attended a charity dinner in Connecticut, that her brain was operating at approximately the capacity…

PART 1 She told the admissions nurse that her husband was on his way. It was the third time she had said this at a medical appointment. The first two times — the twenty-week ultrasound and the prenatal blood panel — she had said it reflexively, before she could stop herself, because the nurses had…

PART 1 The gala was the kind of evening that Manhattan constructed for the specific purpose of making people believe everything was fine. Crystal chandeliers. A string quartet. Women in gowns they had been measured for twice. Men in suits that cost what other people’s cars cost, shaking hands with the practiced warmth of people…

PART 1: THE TERMS Mara Voss discovered the engagement ring was gone on a Thursday. Not the ring Callum had given her. That was still on her finger when she found the cardboard box on the doorstep of the apartment he paid for and she had, until that morning, considered her home. The ring she…