Chapter 4

Half an hour later, I was sitting in the office of my divorce attorney, Rebecca Sloan.

I slid my phone across the desk.

She studied the photographs, then asked only one question.

“Does your son know?”

I remembered Owen whispering, “I miss you,” to Camille Rhodes in the middle of the night.

Then I saw him again, walking beside her into that hotel.

“I don’t know.”

“But he’s definitely hiding something for them.”

Rebecca Sloan was silent for a moment before pulling out a sheet of paper.

“Don’t confront them yet.”

“If the three of them are already working together,…