Ramona always prided herself on how honest she was. She had perfect, unblemished skin, and that was her defining trait. She would never ever tell a lie, but if what she did ever got out, that would be worse.
"Where did your husband go?" Her mother-in-law asked.
"I don't know, he must have left." Ramona felt a small scar carve into her foot.
What happened in the basement, stays in the basement.