She looked at the drawer. The remaining tapes. Four, five, six. Each one a woman who had loved him. Each one a woman who had tried to leave.
The tape flickered, jumped. Then the same living room, but different. The auburn-haired woman was crying. Her lip was split. The camera trembled. Girlfriend Tapes
“That you never, ever try to leave,” she said. Her voice was steady, but her eyes were wet. She looked at the drawer