Drama-box

Marco stared. “Apologize to a doll?”

Lena closed the lid again, her heart pounding. drama-box

“You forgot her birthday,” Lena said to the mannequin. “Not because you didn’t care. Because you were scared of being seen as the kind of person who remembers things. And you—” she turned to the woman, “—you stopped telling him what you needed, because you were tired of having to ask.” Marco stared

She placed the woman on the stage. The man in the pinstripe suit reached for her, but she turned her painted face away. Lena took a breath. She wasn’t an actor. She wasn’t a therapist. But she had been married once. She knew the shape of this dance. drama-box