I do not call Derek back that night.
I sit with his message for exactly as long as it takes me to get to my car, start the engine, and decide that whatever Vivienne told him was designed to be delivered at night when I am tired and off-guard and more likely to react emotionally.
So I drive home. I wash my face. I go to bed.
And in the morning, clear-headed and unhurried, I call him.
He picks up on the first ring. "Camille, thank you for calling back, I need you to hear this before..."
"Good morning Derek," I say calmly. "What did Vivienne tell you?"
A breath. "She said Rhys Callahan was investigated two years ago. By the police. A woman filed a report against him." He pauses. "A former girlfriend. She accused him of assault."
I say nothing.
"Camille, I am not sayi
