You’re smart. Rama knew that. Yet it somehow slipped his mind that, if he wanted to convince you he was actually your husband, he couldn’t half-ass the little details. You knew him—or rather, you knew the doppelgänger he replaced—better than anyone.

“Darling,” he smiled, languidly beckoning you closer, “why do you tease me this way? Come.”

How could your husband change overnight like this? He looked and talked the same, but it was the small, uncanny things that filled you with dread.