“Danielle, what did they send you?”

They.

I stared at him.

He had said the word without thinking.

“They?” I repeated.

“I mean whoever did this.”

He gestured toward his car.

“What are they trying to prove?”

“No. You said they before I ever told you anyone sent me something.”

“Because obviously someone—”

“You said they before I mentioned a message.”

After eleven years together, I knew exactly how Marcus behaved when he needed time to think.

His breathing became deliberate.

His head tilted slightly.

And he waited to discover how much I already knew before deciding what to admit.

He was doing it now.

“Who was the woman?”

“What woman?”

I unlocked the phone and played the video.

Marcus watched silently.

When the woman appeared, his jaw tightened.

“That’s nothing.”

“You hugged her.”

“I hug people.”

“At almost eleven at night outside a restaurant after telling your wife you were working?”