Brenda pulled a thick manila folder from the nurse’s station and led me into a private, empty staff breakroom.

She spread the paperwork across a laminate table.

“Greg came here exactly once,” Brenda said, her voice laced with professional disgust. “The day she was admitted. He stayed for twenty-three minutes. He filled out the intake forms, explicitly left your name off the contact list, claimed he had urgent international corporate travel, and walked out.

We haven’t seen him since.”

She pulled out her smartphone and opened the Instagram screenshot she’d emailed me.

There was Greg, heavily tanned, standing on a pristine white-sand beach in turquoise water. He wore expensive sunglasses, his arm wrapped tightly around the waist of a stunning twenty-something blonde in a bikini.

The woman was leaning into his chest, laughing.

The caption read: Paradise found with my forever paradise. #Bahamas #NewBeginnings #Wife

The blonde was tagged. Chloe Vance.