I looked at Graham’s message again.

Miss you, Wife.

If he was marrying Kendra at four, why was he calling me his wife at 8:12 in the morning?

I carried the phone into my home office and called Diane.

She answered before the second ring finished.

“You’re calling early.”

“I need you to look at something.”

Paper moved on her end.

“Tell me.”

I read Graham’s message aloud.

Diane was quiet.

“Send me a screenshot.”

I did.

The three dots appeared.