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together to know that she would see him the way I did. As different as the two of us were, one of the things we did have in common was the way we saw people. We tended to see the best in people. While we weren't naive, we were good judges of a person's true character, and Blayne's true character was much deeper than even he realized.
    I had come to know over the past few days that that was part of the problem. Not Blayne's character, but the fact that he was starting to see it about himself. The changes had been small, subtle. I doubt he'd even noticed them himself. I'd seen them though, and I knew that he was becoming a better man because of Katka.
    I could handle not being with Blayne, could handle knowing he was happy with my sister. I could even take thinking about the two of them together, making love, smiling and laughing. What I couldn't handle was the thought of everything blowing up in our faces and Blayne losing faith in himself.
    I went into my closet and picked up my suitcase. I didn't have a choice. They deserved to be happy, and more than that, Blayne deserved to show his family what an amazing man he was. The only way any of that could happen was if I let them be. They couldn't keep going like they were. Someone would find out. They needed to be free. Which meant I had to go.
    I began to fold and pack my clothes, my movements methodical even as my thoughts kept going, planning. If I had a plan, it meant I had something to follow, something that would keep me from thinking about the pain that was coming.
    I would go to a hotel first, give Katka and Blayne the chance to decide what they wanted to do. I would talk to her before I moved back, make sure she understood that I would keep my end of the bargain and make sure no one knew that I'd left Blayne. I would wait the three years to file for divorce and would maintain appearances whenever he wanted me to. The rest of the time, if they were smart, Katka would just pretend to be me. It wouldn't be the first time.
    The more I thought about it, the more I thought it could work. I could just stay in and do my work, maybe even get my own place in New York. Katka could wear my designs while she pretended to be me, continue to make the connections I needed. Everyone would win.
    I closed the suitcase and took out another one. I didn't have many personal things, but what I did have, I wanted to take with me. I glanced at the clock. I still had time before Blayne got home, and I definitely wanted to be out of here before then. I didn't like the idea of sneaking out after he went to bed, like I was doing something wrong instead of something right.
    I was tempted to leave without an explanation. Just shut my bedroom door and see how long it took him to realize I was gone. I wondered if he'd even notice before I called Katka to tell her what I'd done. Behaving in such a manner, however, would be petty, and I refused to be that way. I would handle this with poise and dignity. I would also make sure neither my sister nor my husband had a hint of my true feelings.
    No, I needed to let Blayne know that I was gone. I owed him that much.
    But there was no way I was doing it to his face.
    Once I'd packed my things, I took out a sheet of paper and tried to figure out what to write. A thousand things were going through my head, some of them cold and brisk, others more sentimental than I ever admitted to being. I had to choose my words carefully, convey exactly what I wanted him to know rather than what I felt. With English as my second language, it was sometimes difficult to know which words to use, and these were extremely important.
    By the time I was finally satisfied, the trash was full of the mistakes I'd made and I didn't have much time left before Blayne got home. I picked up my things and left the note on my bed. He'd find it the next time he came in to talk to me.
    I took a deep breath and walked towards the door. I could feel the doubts there, threatening to creep up and make