Some betrayals are subtle enough to gaslight.

That one was not.

And in its crudeness, at last, it set me free.

Chapter 4 — The Restaurant in Madrid

The night before the airport, I had reserved a special table at a beautiful restaurant to close out our honeymoon — a last good night, I hoped, to end a week that had already gone confusingly wrong.

The waiter had barely set down dessert when Logan’s phone rang.