My attention sharpened instantly. “What kind of paperwork, Melinda?”

“I don’t completely know,” she admitted, looking down at the table. “It looked like secret medical paperwork, and Connor got incredibly upset when he caught me looking at it.”

Neither of us spoke for several seconds, and the tension in the booth was palpable.

Then she finally asked the question she’d been building toward. “Kirsten, did he ever lie to you about important things?”

The absolute irony of the question nearly made me laugh out loud. This woman had helped destroy my marriage, standing close enough to my intense pain to understand it, and yet she’d chosen to be with Connor anyway.

Now she was sitting across from me, asking whether the man she stole could be trusted.

“Melinda,” I said, standing up from the booth.