“What is this?”
Tessa looked at the others.
“We’re sorry.”
“For what?”
“For the way you had to find out.”
I looked around the table.
“Find out what exactly?”
Tessa placed her phone in front of her.
“Marcus told you about Olivia?”
I didn’t answer.
“He always admits to whichever woman you already know about,” she said.
“That’s his method.”
I felt my stomach drop.
“You discover one person, he admits to one person, and then you think you finally know everything.”
Tessa opened a folder on her phone.
Marcus’s name appeared at the top.
Then his photograph.
He was wearing the gray shirt I had bought him for his birthday.
The same shirt he had worn to his sister’s wedding the previous spring.
Tessa slowly scrolled.
Dinner arrangements.
Messages.
Photographs I wished I had never seen.
I forced myself to focus on the dates.
