she closed the laptop, made dinner, and waited for Maya to come home from her after-school art class.
Over dinner, Julian talked at length about “key investors,” an exhausting presentation, and how hard he was working for the family.
“I hope you manage to get a little rest while you’re away,” Elena said gently.
Julian smiled, clearly relieved by what he assumed was her complete trust.
In reality, Elena had been noticing small changes for weeks.
Late-night messages.
An unfamiliar perfume on his coat.
A sudden obsession with the gym.
