The way he avoided looking at me lately.
Had I really missed something all these years?
At seven o’clock, he emerged dressed in clean clothes.
“I’ve got to head back out,” he said casually.
“At night?”
“Emergency meeting.”
Another lie. I felt it instantly.
But I forced a smile. “Okay.”
The moment he left, I grabbed my purse and keys.
The address led me to a small café near the riverfront. Quiet. Dimly lit. Almost empty.