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The last time I argued with William Foster, a burglar broke into our home and killed me. My body ended up hidden in the bookcase in William's study. William thought, like always, that I'd simply run off in a huff to stay elsewhere for a while. Relishing the unexpected peace, he took old flame Sophie Lane out for meals and to work events, even bringing her back to browse his prized book collection. He even draped the custom overcoat I'd carefully tailored for him over Sophie's shoulders. It wasn't until days later that William finally realized something was off. The person texting him as "me" didn't sound like me at all. That was when the panic truly set in.