Look at Me

"Look at me."
He ignores my command, sitting still by the sill, from where he used to watch her every evening as she cooked.
He feared her presence as much as I had, not without reason. To the public, she was an angel - oh yes, indeed - but once the doors shut, her malevolence arose. Her disappearance had raised a few questions but I had sold the tale convincingly. She had left us and gone.
The public believed it. And in saying it over and over again, the two of us too had begun to believe the l...