the truth would have inconvenienced you.”
“You know what your biggest mistake was?”
“The affair?”
“No.”
“My biggest mistake was the affair, Claire.”
“That was the betrayal.”
“But the mistake was believing I would absorb it forever.”
I made for the exit. He called my name, and I stopped.
“What?”
“Was the Slack message meant to destroy me?”
I faced him again. This time, his question contained no arrogance.
“No.”
“Then why do it?”
The memory of 3:17 returned: the dark kitchen, Aaron’s name glowing on my phone, and
