We’re going to sleep now.

“He forced me into the unheated vestibule,” I said quietly.

“He and Chloe settled into their private cabin, and locked the door from the inside.

And then, fifteen minutes later, he texted me to get off the train at the Milwaukee stop and buy them hot food, to bring back to their door, while the two of them slept together in their warm bed.” Evelyn read the message, and I watched her face pass through disbelief and into a flushed, trembling, absolutely righteous fury, the fury of a proper woman confronted with an impropriety so total it detonated every principle she had built her life around.

She looked at her husband.