Then he put the card back, locked the drawer, and walked out.
Two minutes later, I heard the bedroom door creak open. I felt the mattress shift as he climbed back into bed beside me. He put his arm around my waist.
Ezoic
“Can’t sleep?” he murmured into my hair.
“Just thirsty,” I said.
I lay there until dawn with his arm across me, staring at the wall.
The next morning, I called the only person I trusted with something like this.
Nina Patel had been my roommate at college. Now she was a family-law attorney in Denver with a sharp tongue and an even sharper mind. She’d been a bridesmaid at my wedding. She’d been the only one who asked, quietly, after the ceremony, “Are you sure about his family, Claire?”
Ezoic
I told her everything.
She was silent for a long time on the other end of the line.
