Arabella leaned back into the plush cream-colored couch, exhaling softly as a frown appeared on her face.
When she had come here, with the hope that her former classmate might hold the key to unraveling the mess spread out by Oscar.
But although she herself was convinced that Cynthia might know something more than she was letting on, until a few minutes ago, she had already started to change her mind.
This was most probably a futile effort, in fact, she was starting to think Cynthia might not know him at all! Because if she was really married to him, there would at least be some trace of his existence here, right?
But forget about pictures or any other concrete evidence, Cynthia hadn't mentioned his name even once, while narrating the stories and anecdotes.
They had been at her ho
