the wedding.
I looked at the insurance form inside my folder.
His name sat directly beneath mine.
Two people who were supposed to protect Jessica stood in a parking lot—one holding the evidence, the other holding his breath.
I gave him one week.
One week to tell Jessica himself or end it so completely she would never have to learn about it.
He promised.
I didn’t believe him.
But I knew exactly what would happen if the truth came from me.
Diane would accuse me of jealousy.
Jessica would say
