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anywhere with him.
    Leaving Reiko and Mrs. Daniels in the dressing room, I find
my tablet and go to David’s study. There is a soft leather sofa near the door,
and I sit there, starting the tablet and going straight to the web browser.
    I’ve looked at the web encyclopedia page on him before, but
I didn’t really read it. I was just psyched that he had one. Now I go through
the little summary window at the side. It has all the information, like his
date and place of birth, alma mater, etc. but there is no field for spouse.
    There would be one if anyone knew about me.
    I’m a secret.
    Why?
    My phone rings, startling me.
    I look at the screen and see David’s name. I spend a few
seconds debating whether I want to talk to him. With all the emotions raging
within me, I’ll probably get hysterical if I try to ask him what it all means.
    I take a deep breath. “Hello.” I say quietly.
    “Sophie.” I try not to get lost in the warmth of his voice,
at least not until I understand what’s going on.
    “I hope you can go out tonight.” He says, putting a big
hole in all the conclusions I’ve drawn.
    I’m silent for a few moments, confused. “You want us to go
out together?”
    There is a short pause at his end. “Yes.” He says finally.
    So apparently, I’m not going to be a secret anymore, but
that doesn’t change the fact that he’s had people sign a document to keep my
existence quiet. “Where?” I ask.
    “Just dinner.” He says, naming one of the more popular
restaurants in the city.
    “Oh. Okay.” I still don’t understand any of it, but I decide
to wait until he comes home to ask him about the NDA.
    When I finally come out of the study, Reiko has already left.
I spent a few minutes putting away my sketches, still deep in thought. A few
minutes ago, I was convinced that he was keeping our marriage silent because he
wants to end it with as little fuss as possible, now I’m not sure of anything.
It’s frustrating not to know where you stand with someone who means so much to
you.
    I should select something to wear from my new wardrobe, but
my thoughts are in too much of a mess. I think about calling Stacey to pour out
my confusions to her, but I know how worried she’ll get.
    Finally, I return to the living room, still deep in thought,
and find myself face to face with a stranger.
    She is an older woman, in her late fifties or early sixties,
tall and slender, with thick wavy black hair and sparkling blue eyes. There’s
something vaguely familiar about her straight nose, determined chin and sharp
cheekbones. She smiles at me, the expression on her face welcoming and warm, as
if we’ve known each other for a long time, and are on the best of terms. I cast
a curious glance at Mrs. Daniels, who’s standing by the foyer door, not looking
happy at all. I turn back to the woman.
    “You must be Sophie.” She declares, still smiling, and
immediately I know who she is.
    She moves towards me, determined and graceful. I’m not
expecting the warm hug she gives me.
    “I’m Marianne Weber,” She coos, stepping back to take a good
look at me, “David’s mother.”
    I’ve already guessed as much, but I still turn to Mrs.
Daniel’s for confirmation, which she gives with a small nod, still looking extremely
unhappy.
    Briefly, I wonder at the misgivings that are so clear on the
housekeeper’s face, then I turn back to my guest. “I’m pleased to meet you.” I
say politely.
    “I didn’t believe it when I heard,” She exclaims. She sounds
playful and intimate as she leads me to a couch, “and you are so cute.” She
gives me a smile that is so like her son’s. “Won’t you tell me about yourself?
How did you meet David?” There’s something about her that instantly invites
confidence, or maybe it’s just that I’ve gone through life desperately wanting
a mother. I find myself wanting to talk to her. It makes me feel awkward.
    “Well...” I notice Mrs. Daniels disappear into the kitchen.
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