The Morning After.
Anaïs woke up to the sound of a helicopter.
She groaned, pulling the duvet over her head. The events of yesterday crashed into her brain like a wrecking ball. The police station. The confession. The look on Bastian's face when she told him she wasn't his wife anymore.
"Mommy!"
Sacha bounced onto the bed. He was wearing his dinosaur pajamas and holding a half-eaten piece of toast.
"The TV people are outside," Sacha announced, chewing loudly. "They have big cameras. Tiny says we can't go to the zoo."
Anaïs sat up. She looked at the window. Sure enough, news helicopters were circling the hotel like vultures. Below, on the street, a sea of vans and reporters blocked the entrance.
She had revealed herself as the Dead Wife. She was the biggest story in the country.
"Where is Uncle Adi?" Anaïs asked, rubbing her temples.
"He went to get smoothies," Sacha said. "He wore a disguise. A mustache!" Sacha giggled.
Knock. Knock.
