Julian looked at me.
“Yes.”
“Phone suddenly had a password?”
“Yes.”
“Started accusing you of being controlling whenever you asked questions?”
His face hardened.
“Exactly.”
I swallowed.
“Keep going.”
“One night she left her laptop open while she was in the shower. A message appeared.”
He looked away.
“I wasn’t looking for evidence. It appeared right in front of me.”
“What did it say?”
“That she missed him.”
I knew that feeling.
That awful fraction of a second when your old life still exists but your brain has already understood it’s about to disappear.
“I confronted her,” Julian continued. “Eventually she admitted she’d been seeing someone.”
“Did she tell you who?”
“No.”
“Married?”
“Yes.”
My chest tightened.
“She said he was miserable in his marriage,” Julian said. “Said he was going to leave his wife.”
I stared at him.
Julian gave me a humorless smile.
“I guess he did.”
“Mason.”
