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It was like something scratching at the back of her eyes. Always there. Impossible to ignore.

“What’s for tea, love?”

She forced a smile. “I’ve got a pasta bake in the oven. Be ready in about five minutes.”

“Fantastic,” he said, leaning in to kiss her on the cheek.

The scratch got worse. How could he just go on like this? How could he pretend that nothing had ever happened?

“How about a glass of wine with that?”

She said nothing as he reached up into the cupboard for the wine glasses, just nodded and kept forcing that smile onto her face as the thought of what he had done scratched away behind her eyes.

He left the kitchen with the wine. She heard the cork pop and the wine splash into the glasses as she turned to switch off the oven and take out the dinner.

She took a big serving spoon and started serving the pasta into two shallow bowls.

It would be so easy, she thought. He ate so fast he never tasted anything anyway. He would never notice, and she could be rid of that scratch behind her eyes.

She walked out of the kitchen with two bowls and handed over the more generous portion.

“Here you go,” she said. “Enjoy.”

© Kari Fay

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