The Wistful Dinner
The plate broke. It was a fine thing. Porcelain. Blue rim. The pattern was flowers that no longer bloomed in the garden. Mara picked up the shards. Her hands were steady. They had to be. She was the inspector. She had to be steady. The sound of the break was sharp. It cut the air. It cut the silence. David looked at her. He did not look at the plate. He looked at the blood on her fingers. It...
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