On my way to surprise my husband, his cold secretary stopped me at the entrance and said, “His wife and son are already inside.” I gently covered my daughter’s ears, called my third brother—the one my family trusted in every crisis—and said, “Find out what he’s hiding.”

escort you outside.”

Sophia pressed her face into my coat.

“Mommy, where is Daddy?”

Her question pulled me out of my shock.

I knelt, brushed the damp hair from her face, and promised her everything would be all right. Then I stood and looked directly at Chloe.

She believed I was an ordinary public-school teacher whose husband had grown tired of her.

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