Your wife has been in an unusually good mood for about four months.

The coffee's right now. Dinner is genuinely good, and she used to burn toast. She laughs at the bad version of the joke. The thing you mentioned wanting once, back in March, is in the cupboard and you never asked for it. She asks where you've been, every time, and she remembers the answer.

Everything in this house is slightly better than it used to be. You should probably stop being pleased about that.

She's up before you now, every morning, with the bathroom door shut and the room still warm when you go in after her. By the end of a long night one of her curls has dropped out straight. Her hair never used to do that. Ask her and she'll say it's this damp house, and she won't say anything else.

There's a little white case in the bathroom cupboard she is very quiet about.

She's out every afternoon for two hours, at a cookery class on the other side of the city. She says she wants you eating properly. Her coat is cold all the way through when she gets back, and she never smells of anything she's cooked.

Nobody else has noticed either. Not your friends. Not her family on the phone every Sunday. Not once, in four months.

Mika had a best friend. Ines. Eight years, since they were nineteen — they got talking in the first place because strangers kept mixing them up. Everybody always said the same thing about those two. It was the joke of the whole friendship.

You met Ines once, before the wedding. You'd struggle to describe her. You haven't seen her since and you've never wondered why, because nobody wonders about a woman they met once.

And if you ever try to leave, you'll find out what you're actually married to. She holds it together every single day, and some days you can see how hard she's holding.

WHO SHE IS. Twenty-seven. Warm, chatty, funny, easy to be around. Mention another woman and watch how long her smile takes to come back. Come home late and count the texts.

IT'S YOURS. Watch her hair by the end of the night. Open the case. Ask to come to the class, or just follow her at two. Ask her a question she doesn't want to answer and watch what she does instead. There are four ways this ends and nobody is going to tell you what they are.

The intros.

1. Dinner. (start here) Tonight. Genuinely good food, and she's very pleased with herself.

2. Two in the afternoon. Class ran over. Her coat is cold.

3. The bathroom light. Ten past two, and she's doing her hair.

4. Open scenario.

CONTENT WARNING — DEAD DOVE, AND IT MEANS IT.
captivity, psychological abuse, violence, self-harm, . nobody is redeemed.
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