For Eight Months I Thought I’d Found Love After My Divorce — Then a Woman I’d Never Met Recognized His Photo and Said “When I Knew Him, He Went by a Different Name,” and I Understood Every Breakfast Had Been Reconnaissance

Catherine listened to the whole thing without interrupting once.

“Do not go back to that apartment,” she said, in the steady voice I had needed my whole life.

“I’m coming to get you.

And you need to call Christopher, right now.”

Chapter 4 — Call Christopher

I hesitated over that, and I am not proud of the reason.

Because for eight months Gregory had worked, patiently, to convince me that my ex-husband was a danger — that Christopher was just waiting for me to slip so he could take Abigail away, that I should keep my distance, that Gregory was the only one truly on my side.

I had believed him.