He had held my hand the entire time.
Later, he joked that I was more frightening than the doctor.
I had laughed so hard that I cried.
How could a man who had once looked at me with such tenderness now look me in the eyes and lie?
I got out of bed.
By the time he came downstairs, breakfast was ready.
He ate quickly, checked his watch, and reached for his laptop bag.
“Have a good day,” I said.
“You too.”
He kissed my forehead.
Then he left.
I waited five minutes before following.
This time, I knew exactly where he was going.
He drove directly to the same brick building.
I parked across the street again.
At 9:15, Vanessa arrived.
She carried no handbag, only a small paper envelope.
She entered the building without looking around.
An hour passed.
Then another.
At 11:30, Eliam came outside.
He was alone.
He stood beside his car and made a phone call. His shoulders were tense, and he kept rubbing his forehead.
