He’s at the hospital.

He’s losing his mind that you’re gone.

And Greer — he doesn’t even know the worst part yet.

Chapter 7 — The Manila Envelope

Camden reached the Hamptons house at half past seven that evening, and I know how it went because a great deal of it was later reconstructed, from the staff, from Tamsin, from the man himself.

He had expected, I think, to find me weeping in the wreckage of my dignity.

Instead he walked into a hollow cavern, his own footsteps echoing back at him off bare floors, and his eyes went around the vast empty room and landed on the wedding portrait with the bleeding red X torn across his face.