Chapter 4

I waited until Vicente left for another evening with Bellamy before I began packing. There wasn't much I wanted to take—just clothes, a few books, and the small box of family photos I'd brought into our marriage. Seven years of life together, and I could fit everything that still mattered into two suitcases.

Our bedroom felt like a stranger's now. The sheets where I'd discovered them together had been changed, but no amount of fresh linen could erase what had happened here. I moved methodically, silently, as if making noise might summon the ghosts of happiness that once lived in…