For three weeks I met with Agent Kenneth every day at six o’clock. He waited for me on the steps outside my office at the clinic. We would sit on the bench in the commons until my shuttle arrived. I’d answer a few questions and then he’d let me go.

There was no new information on Vaughn. He hadn’t been spotted. He hadn’t surfaced on the intelligence radar.

I hadn’t decided if I was glad or not.

The last twenty-one days I had cycled through the stages of grief not once, but twice. Sometimes I’d go through all the stages in the same day. I would try to hold on to one, but a memory would attack, shaking me to my core.

When I turned the lights out at night and I reached for the cool sheets next to me was when the denial stage hit me. It was the moment in the day I didn’t care that I mourned a fictitious relationship. I didn’t care that the love was only on my side. That didn’t matter when the lights went down and I was alone.

In the mornings I usually awoke with anger. It propelled me out of bed. It fueled me more than the caffeine in my two cups of coffee. The anger was powerful. It took over everything until the next wave hit me.

Regret. Guilt. Embarrassment. Those were tossed in there with the sea of changing tides. I couldn’t hold on to one feeling for long before another one swept over me. Maybe that was my acceptance. Acceptance that this was my life now.

In a few days campus would be shut down. The students would leave for Thanksgiving break and as a general rule, the clinic followed the same schedule as the university.

I could tell Jessie and Gregory needed a break. They were excited about their proclaimed Friendsgiving. Meg was going home to Pennsylvania to spend the holiday with her grandmother. Addie hadn’t mentioned if she had plans. I had stopped bothering to ask her anything personal.

I decided that I would drive to New Bern. After spending money on an unexpected ticket, I couldn’t afford to buy another one so soon. Garrett was bringing Morgan to Thanksgiving dinner. It would be a distraction. One of the only times I considered New Bern a sanctuary.

Meg waltzed in my office with her time sheet.

“Can you sign this please so I can scan it in?” she asked, placing the form in front of me.

“Sure.”

I initialed the last line and dated it.

“I’m meeting some friends for drinks tonight. Want to go with us?”

“I don’t think so.” I hadn’t been out since everything collapsed. “I have finals to grade.”

I couldn’t imagine walking into a bar. I had no interest in men. I also had no confidence in my ability to judge character. That part of me was irreparable.

“Oh come on. You can get Jessie and Greg to work on that for you. You should have some fun. You’ll like my friends.”

I smiled. “I bet I would, but I want to get the grades in and posted tonight. Then it will be off my plate.”

She twisted her lips together. “You can text me if you change your mind.”

“Thanks. If I finish early I’ll let you know.”

They didn’t know. No one here knew what had happened. They seemed sensitive and concerned, but I realized they were trying to give me space after what happened with Garrett’s emergency. Vaughn was a secret I kept to myself. A dark secret between the U.S. government and me.

I packed my laptop and locked my files for the night.

“Good night, Addie.”

She seemed to be staying later each night.

“Good night.”

Meg had left for the day and I walked outside.

Agent Kenneth waited for me. His long trench coat was laughable.

“Good evening, Emily.”

“Hi.”

We walked in silence to our usual bench. I sat next to him. I made sure to keep a wide gap between us.

He flicked the power button on the recorder he used to capture our conversations. I considered them interrogations, but he made sure to remind me I was a willing participant in the investigation. It didn’t feel that way. It was either this or federal charges. My license to practice law was in jeopardy. My residency . Everything I had worked toward hinged on these meetings.

“Let’s get back to where we left off yesterday.”

“Ok.” I waited for him to give more of a prompt. I didn’t volunteer information.

“You mentioned that West took a trip to Germany.”

“Yes. At least that’s what he told me. Who knows where he really went.”

“Assuming he did go to Germany. What can you tell me about the trip?”

And this was when the haze settled in over my eyes. I didn’t know what was real and what was fabricated. The more I talked to the agent, the more I doubted every conversation I had with Vaughn. The more I doubted the stories. The dates. The closeness we shared. I couldn’t tell anymore if any of it was real.

“He didn’t say much about it.” I tried to think. I heard about Germany the night we first slept together. The night I gave in to every impulse.

“Come on. He had to say something. You know how this works. I’m putting a big puzzle together. You are responsible for the pieces.”

I glared at the agent. “He was gone a week. He said he didn’t have time to make phone calls.”

“What else?”

I stared at a couple holding hands. They walked from the café deeper into campus.

“He had to go unexpectedly. And when he got there he thought it was only going to be for two days, but it turned into a longer trip. He had to push back our first date.”

“Hmm.”

“Does that mean something to you?” I asked. “Is he in Germany now?”

“I’m the one asking questions, not answering.”

I crossed my arms. “I don’t have anything else.”

In the past weeks I hadn’t been given any information on Vaughn. I didn’t know where he was. And there was no way to know. I had never been to his apartment. I had never seen his office. And of course that made complete sense to me now. Neither were real. There was a reason we always slept at my place. He was waiting for Greer, and he never wanted me to have a glimpse of his life. He had prepared for this moment.

“Are you sure? Did he say what city? How long it took him to get there? Anything like that?”

I rolled my eyes. “He did bring me a gift.”

“He did?”

“A box of liquor-filled chocolates. It was sort of an apology gift.”

“That’s a new one.”

“They were actually really good.” It was a childish reaction to defend the gift.

“No, I mean the gift. I don’t remember him doing that before.”

I looked at the agent. I hated it when he compared me to the other marks. The women before me Vaughn had used. Only to them he hadn’t been Vaughn. He was Jake or Scott. Edward one time. It made my head spin thinking of all his identities. The stories he must have told. The careers he invented. I imagined each one played into the interest of the woman he seduced. He learned about what they liked. He studied their families. He took them to bed.

“Anything else?” I looked at my phone. It was time for me to walk to the shuttle.

“I’ll follow up tomorrow.” He turned off the recorder.

“I’m going to New Bern for Thanksgiving,” I informed him. “I assume I get a break for the holiday, or do you want to have pumpkin pie with my mother?”

He chuckled. “You are quite the smartass, Miss Charles.”

My stomach cinched. Vaughn had said that not long ago. He always called me “smartass.”

“Good night.” I walked toward the shuttle. “I’ll see you after Thanksgiving.”

“Good night, Miss Charles. Enjoy your holiday.”

The leaves rustled at my feet as I crunched over them. The wheels of the shuttle squeaked to a halt and I climbed aboard.

I hadn’t forgotten I had the apartment to myself tonight. Greer and Preston were on a date. She described it as a chance for them to get to know each other again. He had decided that Greer wasn’t as toxic to his career as he thought. No one in the Senate seemed to have even noticed they were dating.

I was in no position to give her relationship advice. So I kept my mouth shut and told her I’d be fine on my own. I had exams to grade. Exams that were mostly composed of essays. I needed quiet if I was going to get through them. Tonight it was better that I was left alone.

I held the bar overhead on the Metro. I commuted home on autopilot. I didn’t notice the signs anymore, or strain to listen for the crackled announcements. My body had learned how to count the minutes from Tenleytown to Adams Morgan. My legs carried me up the stairs to the street level without prompting. I was a part of the crowd now. One of the many D.C.’ers. I blended in in my Keds.

I didn’t think it would happen, but over time my appetite came back. I had lost five pounds from the grief. Tonight, I made a small pot of pasta and poured a glass of wine while I pulled up the submitted exams online.

I sat at the kitchen counter prepared to station myself here for the night. There was a basic rubric for grading. But I had added two bonus questions that gave students the chance to present their own take on legal philosophy. There was no true right or wrong. The questions were completely subjective to my interpretation, but I wanted to give them a challenge. Something that would allow them to think spontaneously, not just regurgitate answers they had studied from case history. Jessie was in favor of the system, while Gregory had argued I was being too tough on the students.

The pot started to boil and I rushed to turn the heat down on the burner. The water and olive oil splashed over the sides.

“Shit,” I murmured. The droplets burned my skin.

And then I heard it. A clamor. A crash that came from the balcony. It was probably one of the cats that wandered from next door. I had caught them trying to stalk our bird houses.

I turned the stove off and walked to the door. I slid it to the side and stepped onto the rooftop.

“Shoo,” I hissed. “Get out of here.” I scanned the chairs and the bird house stand for the cats.

It was quiet. It was dark. I couldn’t see well, but I noticed the shadowy figure in the corner. Tall and broad.

“Oh God,” I whispered.

My skin crawled with panic. I didn’t have anything to defend myself. I didn’t have my phone to call 9-1-1. It was inside on the counter.

I backed up, trying to reach for the door, but my movements felt slow and clumsy. I wanted to get inside and lock him out when the man stepped from the darkness. He walked toward me, the shadow covering half his face, encasing the rest of his body in blackness.

I covered my face with my hands, shrinking in fear. I didn’t know if he was going to strike.

“Don’t run, Em.”

My palms slid from my eyes and I stared in disbelief. Horror.

It was Vaughn.