“What seat was Adrian in?”
His expression answered before his mouth did.
“Fourteen B.”
I closed my eyes.
Of course it was.
For one irrational second, I wanted to tear the photograph in half.
Instead, I held it tighter.
My phone was still pressed to my ear.
“Ethan?”
He hadn’t disconnected.
“I’m here.”
“Do you know anything about this?”
“About the seat?”
“Yes.”
“No.”
“About Adrian being on that flight?”
“No.”
“About me being on that flight?”
“Elena.”
I hated the way my name sounded when he used it as a substitute for an answer.
“I bought the ticket myself.”
“I know.”
“How?”
Silence.
I opened my eyes.
“How do you know?”
“I saw the charge.”
My chest tightened.
“You said I couldn’t access the account.”
“You couldn’t. I still received transaction alerts.”
“Then you knew I was leaving Dallas.”
“Yes.”
“And you said nothing.”
“I thought
