Then he said something I could hear through the open window of my car.
“I can’t keep doing this behind her back.”
My heart stopped.
He listened to the person on the other end.
Then he spoke again.
“She deserves to know. I know that. But I promised Vanessa I’d give her time.”
I pressed a hand against my mouth.
He promised Vanessa?
What did my sister have to do with a secret that involved my marriage?
Eliam ended the call and returned to the building.
I sat frozen in my car.
Then, at noon, Vanessa came outside.
She wasn’t alone.
A middle-aged woman in a gray suit accompanied her, carrying a clipboard. The woman opened the passenger door of a waiting car and helped Vanessa inside.
Vanessa looked pale.
As the car pulled away, I caught a glimpse of her face.
She was crying again.
I couldn’t take it anymore.
I got out of my car and crossed the street.
