She did not speak another word to me that night.

And I stood in that bathroom, self-righteous and certain, having just accused a dying woman of adultery, and I felt, God help me, that I had been the wronged party.

Chapter 7 — The Security Footage

Late that night, still convinced I was about to uncover proof of some secret affair, I opened the home security app on my laptop and began to review the footage from the living room and the kitchen.

I was looking for a man.