Chapter 4

This Time, I Didn’t Put the Phone Down

“Because you lied to me,” I said.

David held out his hand. “Give me the tablet.”

I took a step back.

“The pajamas. The wine. The photograph. You planned all of it.”

“That conversation was private.”

“You planned what would happen in my house. That made it my business.”

I took screenshots of the messages and sent them to my email. David reached for the tablet again, but I turned it away from him until I saw the confirmation.

Sent.

Only then did I place it on the counter.

David stared at…