I lost the last illusion that I had ever actually had one.

Chapter 5 — The Order I Placed

That night, while Julian hummed to himself in the shower like a man without a single weight on his conscience, I sat down at my laptop.

I did not look up divorce attorneys.

Not yet.

I understood, already, that a lawyer is only as good as the evidence you bring, and that a man this careful would leave me nothing unless I caught him myself.

So I ordered cameras — small ones, the kind disguised as ordinary household objects, the kind a person like Julian would walk past a hundred times and never see — and I paid for the fastest possible shipping, and I closed the laptop, and I sat in the dark for a while, listening to my husband sing.