she was standing outside a building with my husband, laughing as though they shared a private world that I knew nothing about.
My first thought was that they were having an affair.
It seemed obvious.
The secret meetings. The lies. The smiles. The unfamiliar building.
Everything pointed in that direction.
But as I watched them, something unexpected happened.
Vanessa suddenly began crying.
Eliam stepped closer and said something I couldn’t hear. She shook her head, wiped her cheeks, and pressed the folder into his hands.
He opened it.
His expression
