He offered Marcus three hundred dollars a week to report where I went, who I spoke to, and whether I drove toward the lake.
At first, the requests sounded like concern.
Then they changed.
David began asking whether I met other men, purchased alcohol, or appeared confused.
“Have you ever seen me confused?” I asked.
“No,” Marcus replied. “I kept telling him you seemed normal. He got angry and told me to look harder.”
Marcus said David reminded him of his own father, who had constantly described his mother as unstable until other people began believing it.
“She wasn’t broken,” Marcus said. “He just needed everyone to think she was.”
He gave me the payment information and the number David used.
I asked Marcus to continue sending normal reports so David would not realize we had spoken. Then I arranged for him to meet my attorney.
I drove home without confronting my husband.
