Camera- Shari's Back

Before he realized what he was doing, he was ripping the two snapshots into tiny
pieces.
Panting loudly, his chest heaving, he tore up the snapshots and let the pieces fall
to the floor.
When he had ripped them both into tiny shards of paper, he flung himself
facedown on his bed and closed his eyes, waiting for his heart to stop pounding,
waiting for the heavy feeling of guilt and horror to lift.
Two hours later, the phone by his bed rang.
It was Shari.
...
“I feel like crying, too,” Greg admitted. “I—I just can’t believe it! Shari, where
were you?”
The line was silent for a long moment. “I don’t know,” she answered finally.
“Huh?”
“I really don’t. It was just so weird, Greg. One minute, there I was at my birthday
party. The next minute, I was standing in front of my house. And it was two days
later. But I don’t remember being away. Or being anywhere else. I don’t remember
anything at all.”

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