Donna's bulldog huffed at my ankle. She didn't apologize for him. She didn't apologize for the word she had just used like a verdict.
"What do you mean, *finally?*" I asked. My voice was thinner than I wanted.
She tightened her grip on the leash. "I've watched you carry groceries up this elevator every Tuesday for six years. I've watched you wait for that man until ten, eleven o'clock at night. You've been holding your breath since 2019. Anybody with eyes could see it."
The numbers crawled. *6. 5. 4.*
"It's been a rough patch," I said.
"It wasn't a rough patch last February."
I went cold.
Last February. I had flown to Sedona to help my sister after her hysterectomy. Four days. Cade had told me he was working late on the Miller acquisition.
"What are you saying, Donna?"
She kept her eyes on the floor numbers. "The night you left for Arizona. I came down to the garage with Gus because he wouldn't settle. Your husband was parked in his usual spot. He wasn't alone."
The elevator slowed. *3.*
"A woman," she said. "Younger than you. Dark hair, cut short. Trench coat that probably cost more than my car. They sat in his car for forty-five minutes before they went upstairs."
*Upstairs.* My apartment. My bed. The sheets I had stripped and washed when I came back from Sedona because Cade had said the cleaner came on a Thursday and *the linens just felt off, honey, do you mind?*
I had washed them myself. I had thanked him for noticing.
"Why didn't you tell me?" My voice came out flat.
"Because I didn't know what your marriage was. Some people have arrangements. Some people forgive things." Donna finally looked at me. "But you don't look like a woman with an arrangement. You look like a woman who has been lied to."
The doors opened on 2.
She held the door sensor with her hand. Gus sat patiently at her feet.
"One more thing," she said. "Last week, when you were at the dentist. Theo came down to my door."
My stomach clenched. "Is he okay?"
"He cut his finger opening a delivery box. Nothing serious. But the boy was almost crying because he couldn't find a single Band-Aid in your entire apartment. He asked if I had one to spare."
The Band-Aids were in the second drawer of the master vanity. Left side. Behind the aspirin. They had been in that exact spot for six years. Every scraped knee. Every lacrosse bruise. Every paper cut. I had been the one with the antiseptic.
"He didn't know where to look," Donna said. "He had no idea."
I had been a person in that boy's life for six years. And he didn't know where I kept the Band-Aids.
I had built a hotel, not a home. And I was the only one on staff.
Donna let go of the sensor. "Good luck, kid. Don't look back."
The doors slid shut. The elevator descended the final floor to the garage, and I leaned my forehead against the cool metal wall and finally felt my hands start to shake.
When I pulled my car out of the spot I had occupied for half a decade, my headlights swept across the section of garage where Donna said she had seen them. I didn't slow down.
I turned onto the street and merged toward the highway. The city lights blurred into long red and white streaks. I had no destination. For the first time in six years, I wasn't following anyone's schedule but my own.
My phone rang on the passenger seat.
It wasn't Cade. It wasn't Theo.
It was a number I had not seen in three years. The name on the caller ID made my throat close.
I picked up. "Hello?"
"Sienna." The voice was low, urgent. "I just heard you finally left him. Wherever you're going, don't go to the Sterling. He'll find you there in an hour. Tell me where you are. I'm coming to get you."
I gripped the wheel.
The man on the other end of that line was the last person I should have been alone in a car with. He was Cade's business partner. He was the man whose name Cade said with a tight jaw at every dinner party. He was the man who had once stood next to me at a fundraiser and asked me a question about my job — my actual job — and waited for the real answer.
"Ryker," I said.
"Where are you, Sienna."
I looked at the on-ramp coming up.
And I took it.
