When he turned back, the controlled calm had returned to his face, but something unsettled moved beneath it.
“The car seen near the lower road was stopped.”
“Who was inside?”
“No one.”
“That makes no sense.”
“The driver left it.”
“What did they find?”
Niko looked at me for a long moment.
“An envelope.”
The memory of red wax flashed through my mind.
“Addressed to whom?”
“To you.”
I forgot the loosened dress, the connecting door, and the revelation about my name.
“What does it say?”
“They have not opened it.”
“Bring it here.”
“No.”
“You said tomorrow I could decide what I was comfortable with. I am deciding now.”
“This is different.”
“How?”
“It may be dangerous.”
“It has my name on it.”
“So did the photograph.”
I stepped toward him.
“You married me because someone has been making decisions about my life in secret. Do not become another person who does the same.”
