On Wednesday, he had arrived home later than usual and told me that his team had been forced to redo an entire presentation.
On Thursday, he had barely touched his dinner because he was supposedly exhausted.
And on Friday morning, he had kissed my forehead and told me he would probably have to work late again.
Every detail had seemed believable because I had no reason to doubt him.
Now, each memory felt like evidence in a case I never wanted to investigate.
I remembered him standing in front of
