Chapter 4

I walked past them without so much as a flicker on my face.

Olivia pitched her voice louder on purpose and said, "Jonathan, stop. Your wife's right there."

Jonathan kept making careless promises. He mumbled, "We're divorcing tomorrow. This house is yours after that. You'll be my wife."

I pulled open the door, and Jason's car was waiting at the curb.

He spotted me, climbed out right away, and walked over. He said, "Evelyn, I picked up that red velvet cake you love. It's still warm."

He held out a paper bag, his eyes full of careful, tentative hope.

I…