“Claire, if you’re listening, you need to leave the house now.”

I looked at her.

Her face had gone pale in a way I hadn’t seen all night.

Daniel continued.

“The review got moved. They know the affidavit was challenged. If Mason has seen the packet, don’t argue with him. Don’t explain. Leave.”

My heartbeat slowed into something heavy.

The review got moved.

They know.

This was no longer a private betrayal.

Somewhere outside our kitchen, outside our cul-de-sac, outside the marriage I’d thought had simply gone cold, there was a chain of people reacting to the fact that I’d come home early.