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— Kevin & Ann
Ann stood alone and solemnly coaxed the first plaintive, uncertain notes from the violin. She had barely begun to address the demons of her own shattered confidence when she was interrupted with a staccato burst of applause. Kevin stood in the doorway. She froze. It couldn’t be. How had he found her? He stormed towards the stage, wordless.
She lowered the bow, poised to flee as Kevin raised his hands. Instead of striking her, he clapped again; the sound of impact echoed, dominating the music hall air in a way her strings could not. She tentatively opened her eyes from the instinctive wince. His face was unreadable: his eyes were cold, calculating.
“You are great. When is your violin concert?” Kevin demanded.
“June 15th,” said Ann, instantly wishing she had lied. She tried to keep the fear from her voice, but could not refrain from a nervous swallow after speaking the words.
Kevin’s facade slipped for a moment and his brows crumpled, stifled rage playing across his features as briefly and brilliantly as Ann upon her Stradivarius. “What’s the date today?”
Was this another stratagem? Ann cursed inside her mind. How could she avoid playing into his trap? Why couldn’t he just tell her that he’d discovered her infidelity, and have it out right then and there! She knew he didn’t have the stomach for confrontation. To Kevin, mendacity was so much more palatable. “June 11th,” Ann said sharply, striking back at him with a vocal tone that did not match the pretense. Had she given too much away? She didn’t care anymore; there would be no backing out now, and she would have to be ready.
Kevin seemed taken aback, as though he had not expected her to match his fire for fire. She would not be intimidated, not this time. He backpedaled, looking for reconciliation. “Oh! This Friday?”
Ann sensed his weakness, and her opportunity. “Can you come to my concert?” she asked, sweetly as she would have when they were still in love. Behind her eyes, though, was something that had not been there when they first met on that day so long ago; a day too lovely to foreshadow what was to come. It was something Kevin could not see: it was the deceptiveness she had learned from him.
“Sure,” he said.
Oh, how the tables would turn.