He talked about his exhausting negotiation in the Springs, the deal that had almost fallen through, how much he’d missed me.

I let him finish.

Then I set a single sheet of paper on the counter between us — a printout, timestamped, from the home-security system I’d had installed years ago and that he’d long since forgotten watched the driveway.

His car, and Adaline’s, both parked at our house on a night he’d sworn he was a hundred miles away.

He went the color of the snow outside.

“Delphine,” he started.