"Lucas." His voice had gone very still. "How many of these are there." He asked again
The warmth between us had disappeared so completely it was hard to believe it had existed thirty seconds earlier. I pulled back from him, straightening my dress, trying to find words that wouldn't make this worse than it already was.
"Two others," I said finally. "with this one."
"There was one before?." He repeated it flatly, staring at the paper like it might rearrange itself into something less damning if he looked hard enough. "When."
"The first came the morning after the wedding. The second was at the party tonight, tucked under my wine glass."
"At the party." Something dark crossed his face. "Isabela's house."
"Yes, it got slipped to me with my wine." I repeated.
He folded the letter once, sh
