The landscaper worked outside by the pool.

Everything looked entirely, boringly peaceful, a normal morning in a happy house, and I began to feel ashamed of myself, ashamed of the suspicion I had let Chloe plant in me, ashamed that I had staged an elaborate deception to spy on a good woman who was doing nothing but her job.

I was actually rising from my chair, ready to end the whole embarrassing charade and quietly leave, when Chloe walked into the main living room.

And everything changed.