I simply looked at the woman I had married, sitting on the floor with the two children she had left behind, and I asked her one quiet question.

“Where were you, Wendy?”

Chapter 11 — Where Were You

“I told you,” she said smoothly, reaching into her purse as if to check her keys, buying herself a second of not looking at me.

“At the supermarket down the road.

The lines were absolutely ridiculous, you would not believe it.”

“You left at one-fifteen this afternoon,” I said.

My voice was flat, and even, and I watched the effect of it land on her.