Sienna
THE MEMORY faded as quietly as it had come.
I looked across the table at Xavier and found him watching me with the same patient expression he used whenever he knew I was thinking through something difficult. Years had passed since we last sat together like this, but some habits never seemed to disappear.
He closed the folder in front of him and folded his hands on the table.
"I've been thinking about something since I sat down," he said. "Everyone I know who knew you back then believed your marriage was a happy one. Even I did."
A faint smile touched my lips. "I suppose we were convincing."
He studied me for a moment before asking, "So what changed?"
I lowered my eyes to the coffee that had long since gone cold. "Nothing unexpected."
His brows drew together
