for a few minutes. You don’t know why.”
I pressed my fingers against my forehead.
“I feel like an idiot.”
“You’re not an idiot for trusting your husband.”
That sentence nearly made me cry.
Rachel continued.
“Listen to me. Don’t send angry messages. Don’t call your sister yet. Find out what that building is, and then decide what you need to ask.”
After we ended the call, I returned to the street where I had seen Eliam.
I parked nearby and looked at the plaque beside the entrance.
The building
