Xander sat behind the wheel, the engine of his car off, the interior dim except for the soft blue glow of the dashboard. Beside him, the private investigator flipped open a file, the faint rustle of paper too loud in the enclosed space.
“Before we continue,” the PI said quietly, “you should understand that once you know this, you can’t unknow it.”
Xander kept his eyes forward. He didn’t usually conduct meetings like this, he wasn’t used to what now seemed like his new normal.
Parked cars and disposable phones. He was used to predictable situations and behaviors but predictability had left his house weeks ago.
He was already tired. Tired of pretending nothing was wrong, tired of watching his wife split herself in two, tired of sharing his space with a man he wanted gone.
“Continue,” h
