He does what one might do, but the detectives show him hotel video of Natalie and the kids making tracks. She sends him out for pizza for the family at a local emporium, but when he returns the family has vanished like a Manhattan parking spot. He is hoping she is ready to try patching things up. She had been sure Michael was having an affair, despite his persistent denials. Healing was needed, not just for Natalie’s too-persistent insomnia, but for their marriage. When Nat had suggested it, Michael jumped at the chance. Michael and Natalie are at a Times Square hotel with their kids, a short vacay from their life in Boston. His mind flashed on an image sourced from memory, one of blood and gruesome cuts to a body, of eyes open wide but seeing nothing. The past was something Michael carried with him, even when he forgot it was there. The devil again, perched upon his shoulder.
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