Chapter 18: March

Clarissa's POV

The first photo filled the whole wall.

It was a gray sedan at the end of the marina pier, with the dome light on, and a man and a woman in the front seat.

The date in the corner said March ninth.

Nobody in the room made a sound.

The second photo was closer.

Dean's hand was in Haley's hair, and her cream coat was open.

"What is this?" Deborah said.

I touched the phone, and the third photo came up, and the fourth.

By the sixth, you could read the plate on Dean's car.

"These are old," Dean said, and his voice had gone thin. "They're taken out of context."

"What context do you want?" I asked. "There are eleven of them, and they're all March."

"I was in a difficult place in March."

"You were engaged to me in March."

A chair scraped near the front.

"After the dinner," I said, and turned to the room. "That's what he told you all. That he found love after the rehearsal dinner."

I held up the phone.

"These were taken six months before it."

A woman near the middle put down her fork with great care.

Haley's hand had slid off her stomach.

"Clare," she said.

"I'm not finished. You told us twenty weeks."

"Yes."

"Twenty weeks ago was the end of May. I was wearing Dean's ring, and I was fitting my dress."

"That's not..."

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