“People manage to hide huge things for years all the time,” I argued.
“You know Callum,” she repeated with conviction.
“Maybe not this version of Callum,” I whispered back.
“Valerie, come on, you know it is not like him,” she said, trying to reassure me.
I wanted to believe her with all my heart. I wanted to walk back into that suite, slide beneath the warm covers, and pretend I had never checked the pockets of that tuxedo.
PART 3
“I cannot wait until we reach Costa Rica to ask him,” I said into the phone. “I cannot sit on a long flight with this sitting in my bag.”
“Then do not wait,” Felicia urged me gently. “But remember to ask him, not declare things.”
“Ask, do not declare,” I repeated to myself as a reminder.
“Exactly,” she confirmed through the receiver.
I nodded my head even though she could not see me through the phone line. “And Felicia?”
“Yeah, what is it?” she asked.
“Whatever the truth is, I will call you right after we talk,” I promised her.
“I do not care if you are crying or laughing, I just need to know you are okay,” she said.
“I promise I will call,” I said before hanging up the phone.
