“I’m not.”
“I believe you. But we need evidence.”
I thanked her and ended the call.
For the first time since this nightmare began, I felt something stronger than fear.
I felt determination.
Friday evening arrived.
I spent the afternoon cleaning the house, preparing dinner, and packing Sean’s suitcase. I even folded his favorite shirts, just as I had done before every business trip.
When he saw the suitcase near the front door, he smiled.
“You really are taking this well.”
I looked at him.
“Why wouldn’t I?”
He seemed unable to answer.
At seven o’clock, Nancy and Alex arrived.
Nancy wore a cream-colored dress and carried a small overnight bag. She hugged me tightly, but her embrace felt stiff and unfamiliar.
Alex shook my hand.
“Are you sure you’re comfortable with all this?” he asked quietly.
Before I could answer, Sean interrupted.
“Of course she is. We’ve all agreed.”
