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Molly whistled for her adopted dog, Bobo—who was never far away—and set off into the woods for a head-clearing walk.
This time, however, clarity was in short supply.
It had been years since her marriage had broken up over her husband’s infidelity. Enough years that it was not even painful to think about, not really. She had eventually come to see the cheating as a symptom, not the cause, and she certainly didn’t dwell on that period in her life, having moved to Castillac in the aftermath and never regretted it for an instant. Her new French life and village friends suited her better than she ever could have dreamed.
Yet still, the voice message was troubling. Whoever it was clearly implied Ben was…if not cheating, then capable of it. That he was not the genuine, trustworthy man she
