Then came a rainy Thursday night, a phone call at 11:47 p.m., and a woman sitting beside me in the darkness, trying not to cry.
By the time Daniel discovered the truth, none of us would ever look at our lives the same way again.
But I am getting ahead of myself.
To understand why I risked the most important friendship of my life for a woman everyone expected me to see as untouchable, you need to know what happened that night—and what her husband did afterward.
My name is Alex Bennett.
And this is how everything changed.
It was raining hard enough that the streets downtown looked like rivers of black glass when my phone rang.
Daniel’s name appeared on the screen.
I glanced at the clock.
11:47 p.m.
I answered with a sigh.
“Whatever you did, I’m not helping you hide a body.”
“Very funny.”
His voice sounded strained.
