That office, and that contract, and that ordinary Monday-morning commute, were how I found out he had been wrong.

Chapter 14 — Save Yourself the Trouble

That Friday evening, Julian came home late, as he did most nights now, and tossed his suit jacket over the back of a chair.

“The company gala is tomorrow night,” he said, not really looking at me.

“I’ll be back late.”

“At the Drake Hotel?” I asked, keeping my voice light, conversational, the voice of a wife making small talk.

He froze, just for a fraction of a second, a hitch so slight that a year earlier I would have missed it entirely.