Wrong.
I tried again.
Nothing.
I looked at him.
“When did you change your passcode?”
“A while ago.”
“Why?”
“Security.”
My phone vibrated again.
Another message from the unknown number.
If he tells you it was only Olivia, ask him about Thursdays.
A cold feeling moved slowly through my body.
For months, Marcus had been coming home late on Thursdays.
Nine o’clock.
Sometimes ten.
He always said there was a recurring project review.
Long meetings.
I had never questioned it.
That’s what happens when you trust someone.
Or maybe that’s what happens when you believe trust means never looking too carefully.
I looked at him.
“Tell me about Thursdays.”
Marcus sat down.
Not casually.
His legs seemed to make the decision before the rest of him did.
“It’s not what you think.”
“What exactly do you think I’m thinking?”
He rubbed his face with both hands.
