“Sister?”
“Kayla.”
“Coworker?”
“No R I know.”
“Ex?”
“He hasn’t spoken to an ex in years.”
“You know that?”
“Yes.”
She paused.
“Okay.”
Then:
“What kind of key?”
I examined it.
“Tiny.”
“Suitcase?”
“Smaller.”
“Jewelry box?”
“Maybe.”
“Safe-deposit box?”
That made my chest tighten.
A hidden box.
“
A jeweler.
A woman.
Fantastic.
My brain had everything it needed to produce catastrophe.
PART 5 — THE FIRST LIE OF OUR MARRIAGE
I returned to the suite.
Callum was awake.
Messy hair.
Sleepy smile.
“There you are.”
