“Jamie saw you Tuesday.”
He went still.
“He saw you leave the lunch by the trash.”
“Rachel—”
“And he saw the suit.”
My voice shook.
“He saw you getting into this woman’s car.”
Edward stepped toward me.
“I’m not having an affair.”
“Then tell me what this is.”
I pointed toward him.
“The clothes. The lunches. Her. This building.”
He looked at the woman.
Then at me.
“Come inside.”
I followed them through the doors.
The lobby stopped me almost immediately.
Architectural models covered one wall.
Beautiful miniature buildings.
Bridges.
Hospitals.
Libraries.
Large professional photographs hung along another wall.
A polished sign behind reception read:
MERIDIAN ARCHITECTURE GROUP.
Then I noticed a display case.
Awards.
Certificates.
Photographs from completed projects.
And in several of those photographs stood a man who looked exactly like my husband.
Because it was my husband.
I slowly turned around.
Edward stood behind me.
