She wiped under one eye with her thumb, careful not to smear her makeup. "My name is Brielle."
I waited.
She looked at my wedding ring again. "I didn't know about you at first."
The elevator seemed to shrink around us.
"At first?" I repeated.
Brielle closed her eyes for a second. "Maya, right?"
Hearing my name from her mouth made my stomach twist. "How do you know my name?"
"He mentioned you," she admitted. "Later. Not in the beginning."
I stared at her, trying to arrange the words into something harmless.
Maybe Jeremy had talked about me to a coworker. Maybe this woman was just embarrassed because she had a crush on him. Maybe I was about to make a fool of myself.
But Brielle's face already held too much grief for a harmless explanation.
"Say it," I told her.
She flinched.
"Whatever this is, say it."
Her voice came out soft. "Jeremy and I were involved."
