In October, My Husband Left a Manila Envelope on Our Kitchen Table and Walked Out Into the Rain

“He started bringing his own thermos and eating his lunch alone in his truck.”

“Did he work with Arthur on those surveys?” I asked.

“Arthur was out of town that whole week,” Denise said, her voice dropping even lower.

“Mr.

Vance was in Nashville meeting with private equity investors.”

“Thank you, Denise,” I said.

“I’ll take the glasses home.”

“Claire,” Denise said before I reached the double glass doors.