simply looked at the message.
There were so many things I could have written.
Where are you really?
Who is Melanie?
Why did you take my father’s papers?
Instead, I typed, “I miss you too. Safe flight.”
Then I set the phone face down.
It felt less like deception than self-defense.
Grace’s email arrived twenty minutes later.
The subject line read: Documents.
No greeting.
No explanation.
Just attachments.
I opened them one by one.
Screenshots of messages between Lucas and Melanie.
“My marriage has been over for years.”
“Anne understands but can’t let go.”
“Once Zurich is settled, everything will be easier.”
“I hate leaving you to handle this pregnancy alone.”
“Two years and we’ll be free.”
That line made me pause.
Two years.
I had assumed Lucas used that length of time because it sounded believable for a foreign assignment. Long enough to explain absence. Not forever, not immediately
