A flicker caught her eye and, heavy lidded, she gazed at the twilight shadows dancing on the bedroom wall like a portal to a more ethereal world. Time had become morphine-paced. Perhaps it would be best not to tell Daniel, she thought sleepily. But what if he came across some tiny piece of incriminating evidence and she wouldn’t be there to explain it?
Daniel must have been in while she dozed. The bedside lamp was on. He had been so loving these last months. Her mind floated, landed. Was honesty really the best policy?