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He tells me what the husbands did wrong and that he would never make those mistakes. Smart money says he will be the next governor, and there is a lot of money, a fortune, in his war chest: he has big donors, and he has made promises to all of them. My husband is Griffin Chase, the stateвЂ™s attorney for Easterly County, Connecticut, and a candidate in NovemberвЂ™s gubernatorial election. But it was his body, tall and lean, and nothing could hide that from me. He hid his face and hands, so he couldnвЂ™t be recognized.

My attacker wore black leather gloves and blue coveralls, the kind mechanics wear, and the mask. вЂњLet me see your face!вЂќ I screamed as I fought him. He dangled my watch in front of me, a taunt that seemed to mean something to him but not to me. An image fills my mind: a knife slashing the air but barely touching me, me punching and slapping and ducking, him laughing. My palms and fingers and the insides of my wrists are covered with small, almost superficial cuts. Slowly I pull myself up by the carвЂ™s bumper I lean on the rear door, leaving bloody handprints. Still on the ground, lying on my back, I stretch my legs and flex my feet. Was I out for a minute or an hour or all day and night, and did I die? I try again to tug the line from my neck-that must mean IвЂ™m not dead. My fingernails break as I struggle to loosen the knot. My throat is on fire from the ropeвЂ™s pressure. Beside me on the floor are two lengths of splintered wood. The concrete is solid beneath me, and I taste my own blood: signs that IвЂ™m still alive.

IвЂ™m still in the drafty old carriage house we use as our garage. My wrist is raw, not from knife wounds, but from where he yanked my gold watch, a wedding present, over my hand. I see the knife waving, jabbing my hands as I hold them up to block the thrusts.

The knot is too tight, and my fingers barely work-my hands are covered with shallow cuts. I can barely breathe I try to claw it away.

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There is a line tied around my neck, chafing the skin raw. The sound of my head being smashed rings in my ears. My mind is dull, and my mouth is dry my face and hands are crusted with blood. Does she realize yet that IвЂ™m not coming? Will she send help? A thought shimmers through my mind: I was warned, and I didnвЂ™t listen. Am I dead? Am I dreaming this? What time is it? Are people showing up for my opening? My best friend manages the gallery. I wonder, Did he try to revive me? Or had he come to kill me, plotting it out in his meticulous way? Had he come armed with his knife, maybe FordвЂ™s baseball bat, timed my arrival, and patiently waited for me to walk into the garage with my beachcombing treasures? Friday, the start of Memorial Day weekend, and I was feeling so happy. Nothing is clear, but I feel blood trickling from my head, and I think, yes, he threw me across the garage in a sudden fit of rage, cracking my skull against the Range RoverвЂ™s right rear bumper, shocked and sorry for what he did. Could it be that I was strangled, staring past the mask into emotionless eyes as he crushed my larynx with his thumbs? Or was it this rope knotted around my neck? I try to grab onto memories, but they slip away like waves and the receding tide. Although my absence from the world remains constant, the method changes each time. THE ATTACK 1 CLAIRE I died, and I relive my death hourly.

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