respond.”
“She found me. Why can’t I find her?”
“No, you don’t. She walked up to me at my son’s funeral, handed me something that blew apart everything I knew about my husband, and disappeared.”
“I’m very sorry.”
I shut my eyes.
“Just tell her I need to speak to her.”
“I can do that.”
I hung up.
—
By that evening, the explanation seemed obvious.
Daniel had betrayed me.
Lily was evidence of it.
Rebecca had helped him conceal the affair for eighteen years.
I was certain I finally understood everything.
I wasn’t even close.
The following morning, I dragged Daniel’s old files from the closet.
If Rebecca wouldn’t give me answers, perhaps Daniel’s records would.
Tax returns.
Insurance policies.
Old business statements.
Receipts I couldn’t believe we’d saved.
Nothing carried Rebecca’s name.
That somehow made it worse.
For eighteen years, Daniel had apparently kept her entirely separate from our
