She was, in one respect, still right.

Marcus suspected nothing anymore.

Marcus knew.

Chapter 11 — Grab Your Backpack

At 1:17 that afternoon, Marcus pulled back into his own driveway in Greenwich.

Sarah was standing near the front entry, dressed to go out, and her smile evaporated the instant she saw him holding his suitcase.

“What are you doing back?” she said.

“Did your flight get delayed?”