Chapter 3

For the next week, I stayed quiet.

I went to work as usual during the day, and made dinner every night like always.

Alex would say, "Thanks for everything," and I'd reply, "No problem."

When our daughter said, "Mommy, pick me up," I'd scoop her up in my arms.

Everything was just like before.

But I started digging.

First, I looked for Emily's address.

I found a screenshot of a takeout order in their chat history.

Emily had sent it to Alex: "Alex, look! I ordered takeout myself today. Am I being good?"

The screenshot had the delivery address in…