The first concrete break came from Naomi Price.

She entered the hospital carrying a canvas tote and an old laptop, eyes red from crying.

Benjamin met her near the elevator.

I stayed several steps away.

Naomi had known Hannah before our marriage.

They ran a small bookkeeping service together in college, and afterward Hannah helped nonprofit organizations apply for restoration grants.

Naomi had never liked the way I spoke about those projects as hobbies.

“She was meeting me last night,” Naomi told Ruiz in a private room.