I studied his face.
That question sounded almost too natural.
Almost.
“I don’t know,” I said. “You tell me.”
His eyebrows drew together.
“What?”
“Have you seen my sister recently?”
He stared at me.
For a second, I thought he might finally tell me the truth.
Instead, he shook his head.
“No. Why?”
I looked at him for a long moment.
Then I smiled.
“I was just wondering.”
He picked up his fork.
And I realized something that frightened me more than the possibility of an affair.
Eliam wasn’t simply hiding something.
He was prepared to continue lying even when I gave him an opportunity to stop.
That night, I waited until he fell asleep.
Then I went downstairs, opened my laptop, and searched for the address of the building where I had seen him.
The results made my heart pound.
It was a private medical and family counseling center.
The website described services for people dealing with serious illnesses, family crises, and complicated legal or financial decisions.
