“That’s what my driver’s license says.”

He rubbed a hand over his mouth.

“Oh my God.”

Claire snapped, “Stop acting like you’re innocent.”

Evan turned on her fast.

“I’m not acting innocent. I’m trying to understand why your dead husband is standing in front of me.”

That sentence landed hard.

Dead husband.

Not ex-husband. Not separated husband. Not complicated husband.

Dead.

Claire looked at me and, for the first time, I saw calculation behind her eyes instead of performance.