several streets away and called my best friend, Rachel.
She answered on the second ring.
“Hey! What’s going on?”
I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.
“Are you all right?” she asked.
“No.”
The word sounded strange.
I hadn’t cried yet. I hadn’t screamed. I hadn’t even confronted anyone.
But I felt as though something inside me had broken.
I told Rachel everything.
I told her about the receptionist, Eliam’s leave, the messages, and the building.
Then I told her who had been standing beside my husband.
She was
