PART 5
Patrice raised an eyebrow.
“What?”
“He always says that when he wants something.”
“What?”
“‘I’m asking you as your husband.’”
I looked at the phone.
“It used to work.”
Another message arrived.
Please come home.
I turned the phone face down.
“No.”
Patrice nodded.
“Good.”
But I wasn’t prepared for what happened next.
At 1:06 p.m., Ashley called.
I almost didn’t answer.
Then I remembered the look on her face Friday.
I picked up.
“Hello?”
She was crying.
“Miss C?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t know who else to call.”
I closed my eyes.
“What happened?”
“He came to my apartment.”
My stomach tightened.
“Is he there now?”
“No. He left.”
“Did he hurt you?”
“No.”
“What did he want?”
Silence.
Then Ashley whispered,
“He wants me to lie.”
I sat straighter.
“About what?”
“Everything.”
“Everything?”
“He said if I tell anyone what I know, he’ll make sure I lose everything.”
I glanced at Patrice.
She was already writing.
“What exactly did he ask you to say?”
“That you knew he was married.”
My eyes narrowed.
“He wants you to say you knew?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“So he can make it look like I was helping him.”
Patrice wrote something down.
I asked,
“Did you?”
“No!”
Her voice cracked.
“I swear, Miss C. I didn’t know.”
“I believe you.”
She started crying harder.
Then she said something that changed everything.
“There’s another woman.”
I froze.
“What?”
“Another woman.”
“Who?”
“I don’t know her name.”
“Then how do you know?”
“Because I found messages.”
My heart began pounding.
“What kind of messages?”
“Dale was texting her.”
“Where?”
“On the second phone.”
I looked at Patrice.
“What second phone?”
“A phone he keeps in his truck.”
Ashley took a shaky breath.
“He wasn’t just planning to divorce you.”
I whispered,
“What was he planning?”
“He was planning to disappear.”
That evening, I went home alone.
Dale’s truck wasn’t there.
The house felt strange without him.
Not empty.
Free.
I walked through every room slowly.
Twenty-six years of marriage had left evidence everywhere.
Our wedding photograph.
Our daughter’s graduation picture.
A dent in the kitchen wall from when we moved the refrigerator.
The dining table where we’d eaten Thanksgiving dinner every year.
The couch where Dale had fallen asleep watching football.
The bedroom where he’d kissed me goodnight while secretly building a life with another woman.
I went into his office.
This time, I wasn’t looking for documents.
I was looking for the second phone.
Ashley said it was in his truck.
I opened the garage.
His truck was gone.
Then I noticed something.
The spare work van was parked behind the house.
I opened the driver’s door.
Nothing.
I checked the center console.
Nothing.
Glove box.
Nothing.
Then I saw a small black case beneath the passenger seat.
Inside was a phone.
I didn’t touch it.
I called Patrice.
“Carol?”
“I found it.”
“Don’t turn it on.”
“It’s already on.”
“Then don’t open anything.”
“I won’t.”
I heard her typing.
“Take a photograph of the phone exactly where you found it.”
I did.
“Now leave it there.”
I hesitated.
“Patrice?”
“Yes?”
“What if I look?”
“Don’t.”
“Why?”
“Because right now, ignorance protects the evidence.”
I nodded.
I placed the phone back.
Then I closed the van.
But as I walked toward the house, I saw headlights at the end of the street.
Dale’s truck.
I hurried inside.
The truck pulled into the driveway.
I locked the door.
Dale got out.
He didn’t go to the front door.
Instead, he stood beside the truck and stared at the house.
Then he looked directly at my bedroom window.
He knew.
I didn’t know how.
But he knew something had changed.
His phone came out.
Mine buzzed.
I know you took the folder.
I stared at the message.
Then another appeared.
You have no idea what you’re dealing with.
I looked through the curtain.
Dale was still standing beside the truck.
Then he typed one final message.
If you want to know why I did it, ask your brother.
My heart stopped.
I hadn’t spoken to my brother in eleven years.
And Dale knew exactly why.
Because my brother had died eleven years ago.
I read the message again.
Then again.
My hands went cold.
There was no possible way Dale could have meant him.
Unless—
I looked at the locked office.
At the folder.
At the documents.
And suddenly I understood something terrifying.
The second company hadn’t started twelve years ago because Dale wanted to hide money from me.
It had started because someone had helped him.
Someone who knew my family.
Someone who knew my signature.
Someone who knew things about me that Dale could never have learned on his own.
I looked back outside.
Dale was gone.
But his message remained on my phone.
Ask your brother.
And for the first time in twenty-six years, I wondered whether the biggest secret in my marriage had nothing to do with Ashley at all.
PART 5
The next morning, I drove to the cemetery before I went anywhere else.
I hadn’t planned to.
I didn’t even know why I was going.
But Dale’s message had planted something in my mind that wouldn’t stop growing.
Ask your brother.
My brother Daniel had been dead for eleven years.
A heart attack.
Fifty-two years old.
Gone before any of us were ready.
Dale had been the one who drove me to the hospital that night.
He had held me while I cried in the parking lot.
He had told me Daniel hadn’t been in pain.
He had stood beside me at the funeral.
And now, eleven years later, he had used my dead brother’s name like a weapon.
I parked beneath an old oak tree and walked toward Daniel’s grave.
The grass was wet from the morning rain.
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