his lunch.
Kissed him on the cheek.
“Long day?” I asked.
“Probably.”
He studied me for half a second.
I smiled.
That became the first convincing lie I ever told my husband.
As soon as his truck disappeared, I went into his home office.
His desk drawer was locked.
Grant had never locked a drawer before.
I searched the garage and eventually found a tiny brass key taped beneath a shelf near his toolbox.
The drawer opened.
Three folders sat inside.
One said VIVIAN—MEDICAL.
Another said TAX.
The third had
