“Good.”
“Then she can explain herself.”
He stood.
“You shouldn’t hear this alone.”
I laughed.
“I’ve apparently been alone in this information for eleven months.”
Then I walked into the bathroom.
Changed clothes.
Packed my passport into my handbag.
Our honeymoon suitcase stayed by the door.
Adrian waited outside the bathroom.
When I came out, he said:
“If you go alone, I’ll respect it.”
“Thank you.”
“But Claire?”
I stopped.
“I never cheated.”
“I know.”
He looked surprised.
“This stopped feeling like cheating ten minutes ago.”
“That doesn’t mean it stopped feeling like betrayal.”
Then I left.
Bellmere Heritage Storage looked nothing like the mysterious place my imagination had created.
No dark warehouse.
No secret vault.
Just a renovated brick building beside an old railway spur.
I arrived twenty minutes early.
The receptionist asked my name.
Then looked startled.
“Oh.”
That did not help.
“I’m here for locker 417.”
