hospital surveillance.”
“Then tell me who she was.”
“I honestly don’t know.”
After multiple conversations with hospital staff, I eventually gained access to footage from the hallway.
The first time I saw the woman, I knew immediately that I had never met her.
She walked into Jack’s room carrying a folder.
“How long was she in there?”
“Almost two hours.”
“And this recording?”
“The next day.”
“She’s crying.”
“Yes.”
“Were they alone?”
Rachel hesitated.
“Claire…”
“Were they?”
“Most of the time.”
For three days, I replayed everything in my mind.
The unexplained trips.
The late-night laptop sessions.
The papers he kept hiding.
The woman crying beside his hospital bed.
At two in the morning, lying alone in our bedroom, I whispered into the darkness,
“Were you cheating on me?”
I hated myself for asking a dead man.
The next afternoon, someone knocked on my door.
Lucy was coloring at the