Winter comes suddenly. The wind blusters in, bringing snow down from the distant mountains. The white-tail deer come down from the mountains as well. Agnes sees the deer standing in the naked fields, munching on whatever grass there is — thin, fallow animals, that look docile as they forage. The snow has come early, promising to stay for a long time.
Standing naked in front of the bedroom window, and staring at Dan’s reflection in the bed, Agnes knows she’s losing him. He isn’t the sort of man a woman can hold onto, she realizes — something the Voice tried to warn her about earlier. She should’ve let him leave months ago, she tells herself, when Gerald came back from the hospital. But she told herself she needed him, and believed it.
— and now it’s too late, isn't it? the Voice taunts her. What’re you going to do about the bank? Where’re you goin…
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